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 eng Murat -- II, -- Sultan of the Turks, 1404-1451. Anti-Catholicism. Varna, Battle of, 1444 -- Poetry. 2020-09-21 Content of 'availability' element changed when EEBO Phase 2 texts came into the public domain 2011-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2011-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2011-08 Sampled and proofread 2011-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2012-05 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

THE Jeſuits Ghoſt, WITH THE PRAYER OF THE Turkiſh Monarch TO CHRIST.

Through which he Obtained a Mighty Victory againſt the Papiſts, at the Field of VARNA.

Occaſioned by their wicked Perjury, in Breaking that League they had ſo Solemnly Sworn to Keep.

Written by R. C.

LONDON. Printed by John Wallis, for the Author. 1689.
THE JESƲIT'S GHOST. FRom reſtleſs ſhades, my trembling Ghoſt aſcends, To viſit Earth and ſome peculiar Friends, Now all things are at reſt and quiet found, I only riſe and walk the ſilent round, In this Dark moment I'll the matter end; For which the Bull does with the Teſt contend; And Romes Religion open from the root, Whoſe branches flouriſh with Forbiden Fruit, And ſuch as puts ev'n Heaven to the Bluſh, Who does their Actions with juſt anger cruſh. Can they with great Omnipotence prevail Who Daily Vows with Bloody Victims Seal? Or he be Preſident, to ſuch as have So many hundred back-ways to the Grave? To Kill an Heretick, they 'count no more, Than to Debauch, and then Abſolve a Whore. Tho' what's expected but a Tyburn rod. From greedy Preiſts that Eat and Drink their God, In Maſſacres their cruel rage out-flies Softning tears of beautious Virgins Eyes, Could they proceed in their unhuman way, They'd turn the World into a Golgotha, Phocus, when he had by the help of Boniface Biſhop of Rome, Mardered Maricius the Emperor and all his Children, and Seated himſelf on the Throne, in requital for his aſſiſtance in ſo Barbarous a murder, made Boniface Pope, then call'd Vniverſal Biſhop.By Murder firſt the Pope, aſſum'd his Throne, Since to what rage is Superſtition grown, On his Dark Reign, Oppreſſions Duely wait, Like Peſtilential Air to blaſt a State, When Sword, and Powder fails, than Fire muſt Lay ſplendid Cities level with the Duſt: Of Perjury allow, and pardon too, So much deteſted by the Turk and Jew: But Varna ſure might ſilence this blind work, When Chriſt gave that great Battle to the Turk. The ſpacious field with Popiſh blood was dy'd, And Conquering Amurath did in Triumph ride, Whilſt Heav'n ſtood Neuter, the Hungarian Sword Victorious grew, but the high injur'd Lord, Viewing the League the perjur'd Chriſtians broke, Grew pale with anger at the impious Work. Condemn'd the crime and they receiv'd their doom, From the rough Sons of the Loud Cannons Womb: But theſe are meritorious Acts in them, Yet what themſelves in others do Condemn: Their Giddy zeal conſiſts on bits of Wood, The Croſs of Chriſt was carried by one Man at firſt, and in all the Abbys Monaſteries, and Cells &c. there are ſo many pieces of it, as if they were Solid would build a Ship of a 1000 Tun. 3 Nails were only uſed in the Crucifying our Bleſſed Saviour, yet they produce as many Nails as are needful in the Building of ſuch a Ship. On Croſſes, Nails, and reliques of the good: In fine and coſtly Robes, in gaudy paint, To deck and beautify the Idol Saint, In Gilded Temples, Incenſe, rich perfume, As if this World was the Elizium. So Dazling Lights delude the ſilly fly, Who hov'ring courts the flame untill it die: But I, in vain, theſe fallacies deplore; Beyond the Grave repentance hath no pow'r, Were I to live again I'd then extol, That part of heav'nly breath the pretious Soul, And all my pious thoughts with heav'n engage, And ſhun the flaſhy Prieſt-craft of the age, Which, juſt Like bubbles, bore up by the Air, Look beautifull and break, then diſ-appear. This daring Nation when we'd thoughts to bring To Romes obedience as an offr'ing, We and the angry Dame in Council ſat, As if we wou'd unweave the Lume of Fate, The Cyclops when for mighty Jove they wrought, Was not ſo toil'd and full of various thought, Then all our minutes buſie were, and we, To Helliſh Stratagems gave Liberty, Perfidious Petres with a Fawning ſmile, Said, Heaven decrees for us this wealthy Iſle, Than for the promis'd Land he boldly preſt, Cried out 'tis time, 'tis time we were poſſeſt, Poſt on he rid through fiery Zeal pretends, Gold was his Guide, at Hell his Journey ends, So ſmooth to his kind Prince he made the way: He Little thought rank Treaſon in it Lay, But Traytors, like falſe Coin, do fair appear To all mens eyes but the Diſcoverer. Seduc'd the King his Nobles to Decline, Who are the Light by which all Monarchs ſhine, None but falſe ſtones, no not one Glorious Gem, Was left to ſparkle in his Diadem. The Teſt and Penal-Laws we muſt have down, And not one man of Sence muſt ware a Gown; Thus to our tickling Magick we gave way, Till we rais'd Spirits that we could not Lay, Juſt as the Devil did the project Start, In our Cabal we had his Counterpart: Famous for Bawling, and ſuſpected wiſe, Tho' one grain of Sence is worth a pound of Noiſe, This precious Plant ſo worthy to be prais'd Upon White-Chapel Dunghill firſt was rais'd: Yet was the third great Engineer of State Pick'd out to ruine the Immaculate, And Divine Church, that like a timely Spring Raiſes from Darkneſs every Living thing; By Lawleſs pow'r he ſtrove to Undermine, But Heaven did Fruſtrate the Damn'd deſign, Reſenting that to their Defame alone, For what's the Caſket when the Jewel's gone? Even in the Nick of time, Heav'n gave the word: As Iſaac's Angel ſtopt his Fathers Sword, So the Prophetick Froſt did ſubject bring To its Chill Scepter every humid thing. All bodies faſt in that Cold Chain were bound, No Spring to murmur, unleſs under ground; But in a trice Diſſolv'd this Tyrants Pow'r Whoſe Ruins flouriſh in his Conquerour. And you who for Eternal Bleſſings call, Look up, repent, make no Demur at all, But to the Sacred Church obedient be, Heavens bright Cealing is their Canopie. In threatning ſtorms their pious Luſtre ſhew'd, Like Stars that Glitter through a Gloomy Cloud; But Rome's blind Zeal depends on Beads and Toys, Impious Nacks more fit for Apeiſh Boys, Than means to Compaſs Everlaſting Joys, Hark! Pluto calls, the Stygian Furies quake. The Guilty Howl, in that Sulphureous Lake, I muſt deſcend to his Imperial Thron, Yet when I'm there, he's Jealous of his Crown.
THE Breaking of the LEAGUE.

A League being made for ten Years between Amurath, Sixth King of the Turks, and Ʋladislaus, King of Hungaria: one Swearing upon the Holy Evangeliſts, the other upon the Alcoran. Amurath departed with his Army againſt Scanderbeg: not long after the Hungarian Clergy finding an advantage in the Turks abſence. Julian the Cardinal and the reſt of his Hopeful Brethren, perſwadeth King Ʋladiſlaus to break the League, telling him nothing could be more fond or inconſiderate, than in their Conſultation to have regard to their private profit only, and not to the Publick, without reſpect of Religion, Honeſty, or Conſciene &c. Thus getting the conſent of the King, the Cardinal abſolved him, who after March'd with a very great Army into the Turks Dominion. Huniades being General, which Amurath hearing of, prepared to meet 'em, and the Armies Engaged at the Field of Varna, where there was a Bloody and deſperate Battle Fought, in which the Chriſtians had the beſt for the moſt part of the Day; ſo that Amurath thought of nothing but Flight, and ſeeing the Chriſtian Enſigns Diſplayed with the Crucifix, pluckt the Writing out of his Boſome, wherein the Late League was Compriſed, and holding it up in his hand with his eyes caſt up to Heaven, Said

Behold thou Crucified Chriſt, this is the League the Chriſtians, in thy Name, made with me: which they have, without Cauſe, violated: Now if thou be a God, as they ſay thou art, and as we Dream, revenge the wrong done unto thy Name, and me, and ſhew thy Power upon thy Perjured People, who in their Deeds deny thee their God.

No ſooner had Amurath ended this Prayer, but the Battle turn'd, and the Chriſtians were totaly routed. Ʋladislaus kill'd, Huniades fled, Julian the Cardinal, the Biſhop of Veradiun, and the Biſhop of Agria, with moſt of the Clergy, all ſlain, who were the only Authors of that unjuſt War: And for all the King of Hungaria broke the League, and Invaded Amurath, yet he, by reaſon of his Oath, reſigned his Kingdom up to his Son, of which you may ſee more at Large in the Reign of Amurath Pag. 277.

FINIS.