A SECOND CONSULTATION BETWEEN THE POPE and the TURK, Concerning the Propagation of the Catbolick Faith.
POPE.
HAil mighty Monarch! by whose aid
I hope I shall subdue,
And for the future make afraid
The whole Heretical Crew;
You will both wise and grateful prove
While you with me combine,
Who always have shew'd you my love,
And now your good design.
TƲRK.
What mean these ambiguities
With which to me you come?
Is th' Oracle of doubtful lies
From Delphos gone to Rome?
Your kindness I ne're uaderstood,
Whatever you pretend:
To him to whom you ne'er did good,
How can you be a friend?
POPE.
Ungrateful man! do you forget
[...]
[...] yet
Your scepter doth obey▪
I did the Greeks to Florence call,
And kept them there with me:
And you were Master made of all,
Before we could agree.
TƲRK.
This manifests your wickedness
And makes your Cause yet worse;
I see no reason you to Bless,
Though Greece hath cause to Curse:
You prove your Treachery indeed,
But not your love to me,
You'd ne're have helpt me in my need,
If they'd submitted t'ee.
POPE.
I think I stood your Friend (good Sir)
When James did aspire:
I both did keep him Prisoner,
And poison'd him for hire;
Then against France 'twas I did send
For your victorious Arms,
With promise that I would desend
Your Kingdoms from all harms.
TƲRK.
Two hundred thousand Florens, when
You did my Brother's work,
You had: The Benefactor then
Was not the Pope but Turk;
'Tis true me once you did invite
Your int'rest to advance;
Not cause you lov'd me, but for spite
Against the King of France.
POPE.
Though still Ingratitude you pay
For kindnesses good store,
If you'l be rul'd, I'le on you lay
One obligation more:
I'le raise your Empire yet so high,
That you shall straitway yield
That I pull down, and onely I
Do Monarchies rebuild.
TƲRK.
For all your talk, I still do fear
That while you make a pother,
And with one hand pretend to rear,
You pull down, with the other:
But what is't now that I must do,
[...]
[...]
Are really my Friend?
POPE.
Why first I'le give you all those lands
That 'gainst me do rebel,
Go take them strait into your hands,
I've curst their Kings to Hell;
I freely to the King of Spain
The British Islands gave:
He wanted strength those Isles to gain,
Which I am sure you have.
TƲRK.
You're generous Sir, and at one word
Great Territories grant,
Which if men gain not by the Sword,
They must for ever want:
So while you Saintship give to some,
And frankly Heaven bestow,
I doubt (wh [...]re's decreed at Rome)
Their portion is below.
POPE.
Whether Heav'n and Hell, are in my gift
I do not greatly care,
(Let learned men those Question sift)
sure earthly Kingdoms are;
I can from antient deeds declare
What pow'r belongs to me:
The greatest Kings are what they are
By my Authority.
TƲRK.
I've often heard what Tricks you use
To help you in your needs,
Sometimes you do the VVorld abuse
With forged Books and Deeds:
Sometimes you Kingdoms give away
(As now you do to me)
Hoping that thus obliged, they
Your Vassals still will be.
POPE.
If I your Benefactor be,
I hope ydu won't think much,
(When I've rais'd you to high degree)
To honour me as such:
If Ʋniversal Monarchy
You do receive from me,
The Ʋniversal Pastor I
May be allow'd to be.
TƲRK.
I understand your kindness now,
[...]
If unto you I'le cringe and bow,
And after your Pipe dance;
Then you'l unto me be so kind,
That you will crack your brain,
Some place i'th Alcoran to find,
That shall your Pride maintain.
This honour more you'l on me heap,
Whenever, I you meet,
That on my knees I strait must creep,
To kiss your Worships feet.
When ere your Pride I do oppose,
You'l curse me strait to Hell;
My Subjects too shall ne're want those
Shall stir them to Rebel.
You still unto me plagues will send
As you have done to others,
From Priests I must my self defend,
Worse than aspiring Brothers:
Where you fet foot no Prince is free,
But strait must be your slave,
Good Sir, pray cease treat with me;
I other business have.
FINIS.
LICENSED, Jan. 16. 1678/9.
LONDON: Printed for N. M. in the year, 167 [...].