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B08669 The Catholick gamesters, or, A dubble match of bowleing 1680 (1680) Wing C1493; ESTC R40785 4,208 1

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Pox on his Picture and his Cause so pure Between 'em both they 've ruin'd us we 're sure Must we like Spaniels to the Work be bang'd Of Mother-Church and merit to be hang'd Ruine our Fortunes hazard thus our Lives Nay been so mad as wheedle in our Wives But they must go they say the Devil drives And after all like common things rejected Because our Projects have not been effected Can we the ill Luck of our Ruffians help When here confined Prisoners ye Whelp Had they but acted what we did contrive There had not been an Heretick alive So full of Lies and Perjuries they were Not You your self could mend them were you here But if they 'r spoil'd in Executing We Have done our parts as all the World may see Pope Hold mighty Dons me-thinks too fast ye go What have ye done that ye upbraid me so All I have gotten by your great Projects Are a few Saints with Ropes about their Necks So hasht and butcher'd all my labour 's vain Not Lucifer can set them right again Hell keep the rest from Justice we call Fury And send them Wakeman's or a Gascoin Jury Pick'd brib'd instructed how to murder Truth From Grand St. Martins Bull and Cits Wide Mouth Dons What have we done Fools may that Question make What have we not done for your cursed sake Here 's some among us for this fifty Years Have Traitors been engaged by the Ears The best of Subjects with their lawful King Of which blest Work the Universe did ring Got into Arms then after him we run And never left him till he was undone What Seignior Con could not by Poison do Our Party did His End we brought him to Three hundred thousand murdered at least In England Scotland and the Irish Feast And since the Nation did his Son restore We have bin full as active as before Have hunted Counter in his Parliaments Got Pentioners who Voted by Contents Got Bills to pass against the Common Good And ever yet its Happiness withstood By Us their Church and State is so divided They quarrel yet Nor can it be decided Impatient we until Nolls Dunkirk's sold 'T was got by Rebels But the Tangier Mould When finished will all the Shipping hold Us'd all our Skill to break the Triple League Made James confess to Beddingfield and Teage In that by Hell we shew'd our highest Art And stabb'd the Protestant Int'rest to the heart Imploy'd our Priests who did the City burn And Heretick Churches into Ashes turn Beat Butter-Boxes when we could come at 'em Which led the way unto the Ships at Chattam Then all we did was bid the Divil rot ' em Conjoyn'd our Butchers with our Friend of France And to our Councils Petticoats advance By whom he knows as well as Heart can wish What ere we do as Beggar knows his Dish Begun a War then up a Peace did smother To break their Allies then begin another To Turks and Frenchmen did the Shipping sell As Heretick Marvel late the World did tell All this we did and ten times so much more To serve our Ends and Mother-Church that Whore Before we to the present Trick did fall And had that took w● had done the Devil and all And what that is your Holiness can guess For wee 'l be damn'd ere any on't confess Nor does it matter whether we do or not Since Heretick-Commons have so much on 't got By him whose Name and Oaten-Pipe doth fret Our very Guts as on the Tenters set We curse our Stars he is not ruin'd yet But there 's some hopes by what we hear of late Whose Lives he sav'd requite him with their hate A good reward But had he half on 't done For Mother-Church he had the Popedom won And now dear Friends you Jesuits be Judg If 't is not hard his Holiness should grudg A little Pleasure which affords us trotting After whole days and nights we have bin Plotting Witness our Pacquets twice a week that da ce To Rome to Spain to Portugal and France From whence ere long we hope to have such Friend Shall set us free accomplish all our Ends. Tell us 't was He kept Common-Foes from sitting 'T is known he lies for did we think it fitting We other Reasons for the same could show Than He perhaps Infallible doth know But let that pass 't is done we think our Stars Those Fiery Jades that draw in Titan's Cars Now after all should we be left i' th' lurch Our Prayer shall be The Devil take the Church In troth that 's honest To conclude I shall Give my Amen The Divil take ye all For Plotting Villains worse than Canibal England will nere be safe nor Christendom Till all your Necks under the Hatchet come Then the Tune is Finis Funis LONDON Printed for William Marshall at the Bible in Newgate-street 1680.