In catalogum Haereticorum nuper Romae editum, Thomae Naogeorgi Satyra

Your machinations, believe me, will not turn out better for you, by which you set out to suppress the light of the Gospel and its author. You have reigned for a long time, Cerberus, and your violent tyranny has lasted long enough, which you snatched against the commands of the highest master, and you have violated divine and human laws long enough. You trampled kings, you disturbed all kingdoms throughout the world, you profaned the sound doctrine and the venerable sacraments of Christ, and you perverted them. You seduced all peoples from the faith with shameful trifles and nonsense, and you gave many thousands to Pluto ruler of the underworld through fraud. For many centuries you have safely filled the mouths of all with your excrement, and no crime has been omitted by you, and no destruction, while darkness and night flourished, with which the omnipotent Father punished the ungrateful world. And while you barked too direly in your cave, you claimed to be the head of the sacred assembly and the blessed bride, and that divine and human things were turned at your whim. I ask that you finally let the night pass, and allow the day to come by shattering the shadows. Kindly grant that the dawn, Christ, may shine upon our hearts, and that the world may emerge captive from your service. I ask that you finally let Christ reign and assert His own, for whose salvation He gave Himself. I ask for what is fair. But how could a tyrant grant fair things? You love darkness and night, and you fear being seen in the clear light, like a wolf and a master of errors.