The happiness of the church, or, A description of those spiritual prerogatives wherewith Christ…The happines of the church, or, A description of those spirituall prerogatiues vvherewith Christ…

There is yet one other Rider, though he spurs post, must not pass by me un-noted: the Truth-hating Jesuit, that comes trotting into England on a read horse, like Murder; dipped and dyed in the blood of souls; and if he can reach it, in the blood of bodies too. Neither doth he thirst so much after ordinary blood, that runs in common veins, as after the blood-Royal. There is no disease, saith one, that may so properly be called the King's evil. He is the devils make-bate, and his chief Officer to set Princes together by the ears. He sits like the Raven, on a dead bough; and when the Lyon and Leopard come forth to fight, he sounds out a point of war; hoping which soever falls, his carcass shall serve him for a prey to feed on. His main study is to fill the Schools with clamours, the Church with errors, the Churchyard with corpses, and all Christian states with Tragedies. The Seminaries were once, like that strange weed, Tobacco at the first coming up; but here and there one entertained in some Great mans house; now you may find them ⟨p. 175⟩smoking in every cottage. The have deservingly increased the disgrace of that Religion: so that now in the common censure, A Papist is but a new word for a Traitor. They received their errand at Tiber, and they deliver it at Tyburn.

There is yet one other Rid•r, though he spurres post, must not passe by me vn-noted: the Truth-hating Iesuite, that comes trotting into England on a redde horse, like Murder; dyp't and dy'd in the bloud of soules; and if he can reach it, in the bloud of bodies too. Neither doth he thirst so much after ordinary bloud, that runnes in common veines, as after the bloud-Royall. There is no discase, saith one, that may so properly be called the Kingseuill. He is the diuells make-bate, and his cheefe Officer to set Princes together by the eares. He sittes like the Rauen, on a dead bough; and when the Lyon and Leopard come forth to fight, he sounds out a poynt of wa•re; hoping which soeuer falls, his carkase shall serue him for a prey to feed on. His maine study is to fill the Schooles with clamours, the Church with errors, the Churchyard with corpses, and all Christan states with Tragedies. The Seminaries were once, like that strange weed, Tobaccho at the first comming vp; but here and there one entertain'd in some Great mans house; now you may find them ⟨p. 175⟩