A Declaration of Egregious Popish Impostures

...the eye of your understanding and bewitch your affections to dote upon their impious superstition, what can you, or any ingenious spirits do less, than bewail your seduced misaffection toward us, and to account them as the grand impostors and enchanters of your souls? And that this may be clearly manifested to you, I beseech you, in the bowels of our blessed Savior, to open your ears and eyes to this short declaration. Peruse and read it with a single eye and impartial affection. If it shall not most perspicuously appear to you that the Pope and his spirits he sends in here among you do play Almighty God, his Son, and Saints upon a stage, do make a pageant of the Church, the blessed Sacraments, and the rites and ceremonies of religion, and do "cog" trick or cheat and coin devils, spirits, and souls departed this life to countenance and grace—or brazen out—their desperate abominations, then stand disunited and disaffected as you do.

It is not in any man (I confess) to feel those divine beams of burning zeal that were in Saint Paul, who wished himself Anathema original: "Anathema" (accursed/excommunicated) for his kinsmen according to the flesh; yet a man of Jonah’s spirit I can easily name, who would most gladly be cast into the sea to calm this tempest of opposition risen here among us. And a man of Jeremiah’s devotion, who prays for a fountain of tears to bewail the lamentable blindness of his own nation, that men such as you are, born free of an understanding spirit and ingenious disposition, should so basely degenerate as to captivate your wits, wills, and spirits to a foreign "Idol Gull" a deceptive fool/dummy, composed of palpable fiction and diabolical fascination, whose enchanted chalice of heathenish drugs and Lamian relating to Lamia, a child-eating monster in Greek mythology superstition has the power of Circe’s and Medea’s cup to metamorphose men into asses, horses, and swine. Is it not their own brand they have stamped on your foreheads, that England has always been a good ass to the Pope?

Who does not bewail the silly, doting Indian nation that falls down and performs divine adoration to a rag of red cloth? And the besotted Egyptians, who kissed with earnest devotion the ass upon which the Idol Isis sat, and the lympha-...