Th. Naogeorgi

Everything, if only they confirm and defend the Papacy.
What enemies could rise up more in deed?
By what pact would he alienate old friends more?
Proceed thus, and bring forth your extreme efforts, Cerberus:
Throw yourself into the hatred of all men, so that they may hope for nothing
Modest or sound from you and your councils.
You could bear that everything be written,
And published publicly, base, obscene, impious, false:
If only you might enjoy your usual peace and profit,
And no writers touch your ulcers.
You are tender and holy, to be sure, not to be touched by anyone,
Even if you lead many thousands with you to Tartarus.
These things are patent to all. Why do you pretend, foolishly,
A zeal for the Catholic faith, and for pious things?
The zeal is of avarice, and of luxury, and of unjust law.
Which you declare even more to the upright by these books:
Would that you might publish more such, and promote
Yourself to a near fall, and be known by all.
Poggius never displeased you at all, nor Boccatius ever,
Nor did the jokes of Bebelius displease you,
Nor the commentaries of your Casanus, which are to be consigned to the flames,
Until now: but now being warned, that you and yours had laughed
At them sometimes, and had not approved all your decrees,
Nor the rites, nor the deeds and deceits,
Nor had served majesty or decorum sufficiently,
You condemn their books, and forbid them to be held.
We are not so stupid as you think, Cerberus:
We perceive,