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Bow find) and yet see the world inclined to slumber; I cannot diSJ cern whether we are warned to a generous resistance, or to prepare our necks for the yoke. In the mean time the ghost of that renowned woman (who yet loves her country, even in shades of death) reproves us for suffering these French thus to increase at sea; and from her profound experience, recommends to us justice, and thrift in publick treasure (as the main pillar of the government) and war, in the great pretender's country; (as the best expedient to keep peace at home) from which rules the prince that swerves must end ingloriously, and be content to be hard censured by posterity; however, out of fear, he may escape his own generation.
A LETTER FROM HIS HOLINESS THE POPE OF ROME,
TO HIS HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF ORANGE: Containing several Proposals, and Overtures of Agreement, betwixt the Church of England, and the Church of Rome. Translated out of Latin, for the Benefit of all true Protestants. [From a Quarto Edition, reprinted at Edinburgh, Anno, 1689.]
The resentment of the people of this nation, who, a little before, had like to become a prey to popery and nrhitrary power, never appeared greater against France and Rome, than at the time, when the Prince of Orange, being settled on the throne of these kingdoms, delivered them from all fear of their tyranny and superstition. Then every true Protestant strove to signify his abhorrence of the dangers, from which both their church and state were so lately and wonderfully extricated : sn that the press was never more employed, than now, with learned, ingenious, and satyrical pamphlets, amongst which, the following well deserves to be recorded to posterity. For, though it must be allowed to be no more than a pretended letter from the Pope to King William, yet the matter it contains is real, the subject is serious, and the consequences of the highest importance; and therefore can never be unseasonable, especially at a time, when, in defiance of treaties, religion, and the laws of our land, we are threatened with on invasion from a Popish power | because it briefly sums up both the tyranny and superstition of Popery.
If any thing herein be thought any ways partial i I have this to advance in my own favour, that I only collect what I believe to be genuine; that I have examined the historical facts here mentioned,and find them in good and approved authors; that I will never publish any thing through partiality i that every religion, party, condition, and state of men must expect the invectives of their adversaries, in the course of this collection; and therefore, that the pamphlets or tracts, here published, are by me looked upon, as the best of their kind; and, I hope, will be generously accepted by the reader, only as the collection, and not as the composition of the Kditor.
x\LTHOUGH the semicircle of your highness be (at present) elevated above the full orb of my holiness, I conjure you by bell, book, and candle, seriously to consider your proceedings against me, and tny Catholick church; which (as a lilly among thorns) I lately * planted in England and Scotland; and you (to the great grief of all the members of my sacred conclave, and zealous favourites of my spiritual court) have almost rooted up. Call to mind, and tremble at my great power, prudence, and supremacy; and that I am God upon earth, seventy-seven times greater than the greatest emperor in the world. Remember what I have done to mighty monarchs, kings, and puissant princes, whose glory and high looks I have laid in the dust, till they have willingly submitted their stubborn necks to my iron yoke, and humbly bowed their heads to salute my holy feet. Did not my predecessor Pope Gregory the Seventh (who poisoned nine popes in thirteen years space, to make way for himself to the popedom), for want of due worship and honour, excommunicate and depose the Emperor Henry, both from his crown and empire, discharge all his subjects of their allegiance, and give his crown to Rodolphus Duke of Swevia, till he, with his empress, and young son, cloathed in sack-cloath, came barefoot, in the cold of winter, and begged pardon three days, without access, at his sumptuous gates? Did not Pope Paschal the Second stir up Henry the Fifth, to rebel against his old father the emperor? Who by the assistance of his holiness beat him from his empire ; so that he lived and died miserable, and lay five years above ground, without burying, at the pope's command. Did not Pope Alexander the Third put his-foot upon the Emperor Frederick's neck, and tread upon him as he had been a dog? Did not Pope Celestine the Third crown the Emperor Henry the Sixth, and his Empress Constantina, with his feet; and (throwing off the crowns with his toe) say, ' 1 have power to make and unmake kings and emperors?' Did not Adrian the Fourth fall out with the Emperor Frederick, for holding his wrong stirrup, and would not crown him for three days, till he begged his holiness pardon? Did not Clement the Fifth cause his hangman to take Francis Dandalus, a Venetian duke, bind him with chains,and throw him under his table, to gnaw bones with his dogs? Did not Innocent the Fourth call Henry the Third, King of England, his vassal, slave, and page; whom (at pleasure) he might imT prison, and put to open shame? Did not Pope Benedict the Ninth send to France the two sons of Charlemain, with their mother Birtha, the widow queen? Who humbly brought them to his holiness to be crowned; where (with the poor King of Lombardy, and his wife and children) they were kept in prison, till the day of their death; for disobliging their uncle, the Emperor Charles, the pope's special friend, and great favourite. The cries of poor widows and orphans I value no more than the cackling of hens. Blood and wounds are my daily delight. Murthers, battles, treasons, conspiracies, and the turning of kingdoms upside down, are to me but ordinary recreations, and May-games. With my tail or cynosure, I drew the stars of heaven backwards, and threw them to the earth. I bewitch the world with signs and lying wonders, and persuade people out of their senses; to believe that I can make, worship, and eat, an immortal deity, of ordinary bread? How many princes hare I poisoned in my sacrament; which my emissaries have transubstantiated into a devil, rather than a God? How many kingdoms have I ruined? How many common-wealths have I overturned? How many cities have I rased? And how many millions of christians have I sacrificed to my vindictive power and greatness? And dare you cope •with me? Remember what I did to John King of England, whom my holy monk Stephen poisoned in Lincolnshire. Come then to me in a humble manner, as to God's deputy, Christ's vicar, and St. Peter's successor, and restore all my church lands, which my ancestors have (for several generations) purloined from kings and princes, for the sanctified use of the holy chair; and swear fealty to me, as to your supreme head, and holy father; and I will be reconciled to you and all Englishmen. Yea (though Peter, King of Arragon, willingly bought his salvation from Pope Innocent the Third, at the rate of his crown and kingdom) I will freely pardon you all your sins, past, present, and to come. And for your unruly rabble (that indigested lump of ignorance and precipitancy) I will have compassion on them, and send them as many old useless merits, and works of supererogation, as would loaden a Spanish armado; which will send them (in a perpendicular line) to heaven, without touching at purgatory. And (to ingratiate myself further in the kingdom of England's favour) I will licentiate your ladies of pleasure in London, and all females in general there, to whore, pick pockets, for a Julio, or six-pence a week; which is no more than my own order of harlots pay at Rome, and all Italy over. And to all men within the walls of London, and Westminster, I will freely give liberty to be as intimate with their neighbours wives, as ever Pope Hildebrand was with Matilda, the Marquis of East's lady: or Pope Alexander the Sixth was with his own daughter Lucretia. And (in one word) I will let the inhabitants of the whole isle of Britain fulfil their heart's desire, in all kind of villainies and abominations, without sinning. For, as Dellarmine tells you, I can make that which is sin, no sin; and that which is no sin, sin. But if you will not submit yourself, nor humble your highness to my holiness; then will I cloath myself with cursing, and take the thunderbolt of excommunication in my mouth; with the sword of supremacy, I will cut asunder the cords of unity, and with the breath of my mouth will I dissipate the peace of all nations. I will incense my rebellious first born, his most christian majesty of France, to invade your territories, burn your cities, put your males to the edge of the sword, and rip up your women with child, without pity or compassion; as he lately served your tribe* in his own kingdom: and, as I + once served the Waldenses and Albigenses. I will privately contrive your overthrow, by my desperate Jesuits, monks, and friars; whom I will, after death, canonise, for murder, mischief, and conspiracy.* I will found an order of Irish cut-throats (men mighty for mischief) Viio vrill divide the wind-pipes of all Protestants, and subtract bieath from their whole bodies. They shall dig as deep as purgatory, for the contrivance of a new gun-powder treason; and make a covenant with hell, for your destruction. And (if I can bring my projects to a period) I will hold a spiritual court in Smithfield, and decide all controversies with fire and faggot; till I level the nation with the dust, and make the isle of Great-Britan acknowledge me for their superior. Finally, I cannot but resent your deportment towards my niece, your glorious queen, who left England without bidding farewel to her favourites? only taking along with her the Prince of Wales, whom you term her supposed son. But it is an hyperbole, beyond the conception of humanity, that a king, pretending to so much reason, religion, and piety, should praise (or rather mock) God for a child, whilst his queen had only conceived a pillow, and was brought to bed of a cushion, to cheat his subjects of their ancient and royal line, and his own posterity of their crowns a d kingdoms. This was the old contrivance of another Mary- Queen; but Philip was more a man than to own the brat of sophis. try, and father the impudence of so villainous a fact. But let the production be what it will, real or imaginary, my singing of Te Deum, in St. Mary's Church at Rome, is enough both to naturalise and legitimate it lawful Prince of Wales, and apparent heir to the crowns of three kingdoms. I have sent you this letter by Guido Faux, the younger; whose brains are big of a gun-powder plot; therefore (as you love your life and well-being) honour him, with all and as much respects as it were I myself. Father Peter saluteth yon with my whole consistory of cardinals, and clergymen of my sacred conclave. I desire to be remembered to Titus Oats, and Samuel Johnson. If the tide turn, I will talk with them, and reward them, according to their fidelity. Thus, expecting a speedy answer, before I proceed any further in my great designs, I continue
• The Protestants of the principality of Orange. . t The Pope.
t Alluding to Father Garnet, and other Jemits and priests, that have been executed for treason.
The Church of England's Answer to the preceding Letter.
H ETHER you,with your clergy,be possessed with the spirit of error and delusion, and cast in a bed of sensuality, to wallow in your own filthiness, with your eyes darkened, and your ears deafen. ed, we know not; but certainly there must be a great mystery in your obstinacy: for you shut your senses (which are the gates of your understanding) against the clearest evidences of truth, scripture, and reason. Our learned divines have, these several years, coi.futed your opinions of ridiculous nonsense, by sound arguments, and undeniable demonstrations; till (being wearied with your contr^dic* The name of the Pope at that time,
tions) grooms, pages, and porters began to discover your nakedness, in your ignorance and superstition; and by writing against you, to convince you of your fooleries, fopperies, and chimei ical fancies. Yet, for all this, are you not ashamed of your abominations and filthiness? Thus (since you shut your ears against the word of manifest truth, and the kingdom of heaven, against the whole world, denying the principles of sure and unquestionable faith) we desire none of your converse; for there can be no fellowship betwixt light and darkness, nor between God and Belial; for they, that are wilfully filthy, will be filthy still; neither can we send you any answer fitter than that the Grecian Church sent to Pope John the Twentythird, when he wrote to them to bow and submit to him as to their terrestrial God and infallible supreme: ' We do assuredly (said they) acknowledge your high power over your subjects, but wo cannot abide your high pride, we cannot quench your greedy covetousness: the devil is with you, but God is with us.' Thus (with the Eastern churches) we must leave you, and let you alone: yet, with the prophet will we wail over you, and cry out, ' We would have healed Babylon, but she is not healed.' Remember what the Lord saith, Isaiah 1. 11. 'Behold all ye that kindle a fire, that compass yourselves about with sparks: walk in the light of your fire, and in the sparks that ye have kindled. This shall ye have of mine hand, ye shall lie down in sorrow.' Thus not fearing your power, curses, nor thunder-bolts of excommunication, nor all the train of your infernal court, whilst God is with us) we continue still stedfast in that faith, whereof Christ Jesus is both the foundation and chief corner stone; who is able to preserve and present us spotless before the throne of his grace, with exceeding great joy. To whom with the Father and Holy Ghost, be ascribed glory, honour, and praise; with dominion, majesty, and power; world without end. Amen.
London, Jan. 6lk, 1689.
A BRIEF HISTORY
SUCCESSION OF THE CROWN OF ENGLAND, &c,
COLLECTED OUT OF THE RECORDS,
AND THE MOST AUTHENTICK HISTORIANS.
WRITTEN FOR THE SATISFACTION OF THE NATION.
[From a Folio, containing eighteen pages, printed in the year
LEN generally, at present, busy themselves in discoursing about the succession, and therefore cannot but be pleased to have a short history of it set before them: for, by seeing how the crown has