A Warning to all Priests and jesuites, by the example of two Masse-priests, which for seducing and stealing away the hearts of the Kings Loyall Subjects, were hangd, drawne, and quartered: whose execution was on Friday, being the 21. day of January, 1642.
To the Tune of, A Rich Marchant Man.
COme you Seducers all,
which dares presume to stay
To sée your factions brethrens fall,
cease now on beads to pray.
And serve the Lord alone,
for why you sée the Pope.
Can give a pardon unto none,
to save them from the rope.
And if not from the rope,
much lesse a soule from hell,
For thats a place wherein the Pope
himselfe may goe and dwell.
Then Iesuits, Priests, and Fryers,
to Rome make haste away,
Lest that the Hangman payes your hires,
if you in England stay.
Two Priests being iudg'd to dye
now at this Sessions past,
May cause the rest from hence to flye,
which are not yet laid fast.
But if they longer stay▪
I feare they'le chance to take
Yong Brandons blessing by the way,
except more haste they make.
The dominering knave,
can hardly be more griev'd,
Then when the Priests their iudgements have,
and afterwards repriev'd.
And yet it is beléev'd,
had not the sawcy else,
At this last Sessions béene repriev'd,
he had béene hang'd himselfe.
Then Iesuites, Priests, and Fryers,
to Rome make hast away,
Least that the Gallowes doe prove your hires
if you in England stay.
The names of these two Priests
like Traytors Iudg'd to dye,
Shall herein briefely be exprest,
to you immediately.
They that our Lawes contemn'd,
the one call'd Albert Roe,
And Father Renals being condemn'd,
above seven yeares agoe.
From Newgate they were sent
like birds both of ane feather.
And lovingly up Holborne went
both on one fledge together.
The second Part, to the same tune.
FAst bound and guarded strong,
unto their dying place,
These Papist Priests were drawne along
to suffer in disgrace.
Thén hang'd till almost dead,
and so immediately,
Were both cut downe and quartered,
as Traitors use to dye.
Then Iesuites Priests and Fryers,
to Rome make haste away,
Least that the Gallowes prove your bires,
if you in England stay.
Their members and their hearts,
were all in fire burn'd,
Their guts, and all their inward parts,
were straight to ashes turn'd.
Thus with a shamefull end,
they finisht up their dayes,
So must the rest▪ which dares offend,
in such presumptuous waies.
In New-gate I perceive,
there still lies other seven,
Which sought to make the blind beléeve,
up Holborne's the way to Heaven.
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