I presume, better then euer did Ribadeneira) transposing the letters of Robertus Parsonius Iesuita, found this anagramme, Personatus versuti oris abi:  the wit-foundred drunkard, Henry Garnet (who did not according to the Counsell of [ar]_Paul_ vse vino modico:  but as [as]_Paulinus_ pretily modio) that lecherous treacherous Arch-priest, Arch-traitor, Arch-diuell in concealing, if not in contriuing:  in patronizing, if not in plotting the powder intended massacre, is returned a Saint from beyond the seas with [at]_a sancte Henrice intercede pro nobis_:  his action is iustified, his life commended, his death honoured, his miracles and memorie celebrated by that Ignatian spirit, ([au]_portentum nominis portentum hominis_, hauing a great deale of name, though a very little modestie) Andreas Eudaemon Ioannes Cydonius:  but notwithstanding his apologie, the saintship of Henry Garnet is so buffeted by the replies and antilogies of our accuratlie learned diuines, as that his straw face will hereafter hardly be worth a straw. Catesbie, Winter, Rookwood, and the rest of the Cole-saints and hole-saints (who laboured in the diuels mine by the Popes mint) are numbred among the holy ones also:  Babilon and Egypt praise God in them, and for them.  I haue heard much of roaring gentlemen in London and Canterburie, but if the Lord himselfe had not watched ouer his Church, if the Lord himselfe had not written England in the [ax]palmes of his hands, if the Lord himselfe had not kept King Iames as the [ay]apple of his eye, [az]if the Lord himselfe had not been on our side (now may Gods Israell in England say) if the Lord himselfe had not been on our side, when they rose vp against vs, if the Lord himselfe had not (out of his vnspeakeable goodnesse toward vs and our posteritie) broken their snares, and deliuered our soules out of that horrible gunpowder pit; these bellowing Buls of Basan, and Canon-mouthed hell-hounds would haue made on this day such a roare, that all Christendome should haue felt it, and the whole world haue feared it. [ba]_O Lord God of all power, blessed be thy name, which hast this day brought to nought the enemies of thy people,[bb] so let all thine enemies perish._ O Lord, that our[bc] mouthes may be filled with laughter and our tongue with ioy. Sint diui modo non viui, let England hang such, although afterward Rome hallow such, he that hath an eye to see without the spectacles of a Iesuit, will affoord as good credit to the register at Tiburne as to the Calender of Tyber:  for if these be Martyrs, I wonder who are Murtherers?  If these be Saints, I pray you who are Scythians?  If these bee Catholikes, who are Canibals?

  [Sidenote ak:  Dr. Sutclif examin. of Rom. cap. 7.]

  [Sidenote al:  Dr. Abbot Antilog. pag. 3.]

  [Sidenote am:  Sutclif. vbi sup.]