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A song or, story, for the lasting remembrance of diuers famous works, which God hath done in our time With an addition of certaine other verses (both Latine and English) to the same purpose.
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Wilson, John, 1588-1667.
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My pen and hand do shake 1605. FVll twenty yeare agoe it was One thousand six hundred fiue When Papists zealous for the Masse In England did contriue The King Queene Prince and noble Peeres The Prelate Iudge and Knight And Burgesses with pouder fire All at a clap to smite At Dunkerk and at Lambeth both They did of things agree With solemne Sacramentall oath Of deepest secrecy When Spanish Nauy had no force Nor plots of forraigne foes They meant to take a surer course The scap't bird to enclose That is with Art to vndermine The house of Parlament No fitter place to be the signe Of such a damn'd intent There had the cruell Lawes bin made Against their Romish Priests There will they dig with cruell spade And meate their mining listes But who would taxe beside themselues Of Rigour such a law As gaue the vse of life to Elues That had so curst a iaw A iaw so curstly-wide as would haue swallowed at a bit Great Englands head and body should The Lord haue suffred it After some digging they descrie A Cellar to be neere Which they resolue to hire or buy Should it be nere so deere They laid their powder in this vault Full six and thirty barrels With one vnheard-of deepe assault To end their former quarrells Note by the way the Romish Whore Hath barrels in her Cellar In March she brewed or before But I le be bold to tell her Thy Christmasse doth not yet approach Why laist thou in so fast Before thy time thou mean'st â—â—â—â—oach Thy brewing will be wast Billets and Faggots hid this stuffe Great stones and iron-crowes To cause a more massacring-puffe Were piled under those Now was Nouembers fift at hand When ore this hellish pit Both head and body of the land Were all at once to sit When furious Fauxe with matches three For spicketts was prouided The rest of this fraternitie Were very closely sided Monies they had good store and horse Some more than was their owne And thought to gather mightie force By rouing vp and downe From Warwick-shire to Woster-shire From thence to Stafford shire Thinking ere this all Westminstire Was ouer-turn'd with fire They made the world beleeue they went About a hunting match But for their spoyle and booty meant Our soules and liues to catch When first th 'ad got by force of Armes The Lady Elizabeths Grace Not doubting by their Popish charmes Her conscience to deface And hauing blowne away the King And royall issue male They thought by Crowning her to bring Her will in seruile thrall Then had they in her name forth sent Good store of Proclamations Such as might fit with the intent Of their imaginations Nor would they father by and by The plot though 't were their owne But meant the infamy should lie Where it was quite vnknowne If you would know what kind of man They would haue thus traduced Forsooth it was the Puritan So in their stile abused Indeed they meant the Protestants Should all be vnder guilt As if the blood of Popish Saints At once they would haue spilt A Gull without all wit or sense What will not malice say The Wolfe can soone find a pretence Why the poore lambe to slay No no it was the Iesuit And Priests of Popish faction That brought them to this hideous pit Though they denie the action Our doctrine loyall is and course Like to our doctrine loyall They teach and put no lesse in force To crush the Scepter royall Who so their Antichristian sect Will not with fauour crowne Let him be King borne or elect They 'l seeke to pull him downe And if their strength be not enough To bring about the matter Then Dagger Dag Fig Powder-stuffe Shall stab shoote poison scatter Thus were their heads and hands at worke Our State to ouerthrow Supposing all the while to lurke Vnder some fairer show But all this while they looked not To God that view'd them well And layd all-ope their subtill plot Forg'd by the Diuell of hell These priuy workes of wilie men So long and close concealed By their owne letter hand and pen Were suddenly reuealed The hole was searcht of crafty Cubs And then appeared plaine The Wood Stones Iron Gunpowder-tubs And all the powder-traine At this Hell-mouth with triple match Darke Lanterne in his hand Stood Fauxe in dead of night to watch And commers to withstand His watching had but ill euent When from our watchfull King Those noble Patriots were sent To find the secret thing He was in Bootes and best array 'T was fit it should be so Being to trauaile such a way As he least thought to goe He was not vext so much about His taking or his shame As for his happe to be without When the Kings searchers came Else he resolu'd all voyde of grace That might haue made him quake Them and himselfe with house and place A ruinous heape to make About this time the hunting rout That were in Countrie mounted From Shire to Shire were hunted out And sturdily afrounted Nor needed greater power rise Their mutinies to quaile The Sheriffes power did suffice To fetch them to the Iayle They look't that all where ere they post should like and helpe the fact Their reckoning was without the hoste For all abhorr'd their Act. Yea marke the house that they were in As in a harbour sure Might well conuince them of their sinne And practizing impure For as their powder was too drie wherein they put there trust They saw it was but vanity To hope in fickle dust Which touched with a sparke of fire Hurt them by sudden flash That were inflam'd with hot desire The highest Court to quash So their owne powder did 'em tell To their owne very face Their powder-workings were from Hell Most barbarous and base One of them dreamed ouer-night He saw strange lookes and anticke Their morrow-faces in the light Proou'd this no fancie franticke He dream'd at the same time and place He saw strange tottring steeple Which did presage the tottring case Of this seduced people They say our Churches are their owne Our bells and steeples tall But striuing for possession They caught a fearefull fall They builded Castles in the skie No maruaile if they wauer The bird may build her nest on high Not high enough to saue her And here it may not be forgot Catesby himselfe was one The first contriuer of this plot Their powder flasht vpon In stead of whirling into sky Our Parlament their owne Roofe where they parl'd before their eye Into the skie was blowne And a great powder-bag entire Was blowne vp therewithall Which neuer taking any fire Came downe full in the fall To shew that God doth ouer sway Both fire and powder strong And doth their strength hold or allay As he sees right or wrong Suppose the fire had toucht the traine Vnder the Parlament God could haue made them both refraine Their naturall extent Themselues were forc't vpon this sight Heauens-anger to confesse
destinie she roade Them and herselfe with her own flames to spoile Windes serue she burnt herselfe put them to spoile Heere were we cheer'd to see the Ocean maine All white before with sailes now purple growne As suddenly with bloud of Spainards slaine Their fleete is scattred and their ships o're throwne Some sinke some burne i' th' Sea and some at last After long wandring on strange shores are cast WE saw but oh how glad were we to see O cruell Rome out of thy darkesome den So many weapons of thy villanie And mightie engines pluckt by hands of men Stones Faggots Crowes Gun-powder-tubs we saw These wines The whore doth from her vessels draw Long were they hid vnder the secret vault Of that Great house and there they were to lye Till they were made O horrible assault By wicked Faux his hand aloft to flye Those sacred roomes where lawes were wont to breed To sudden wracke and ruine were decreed King Prince Peeres Prelates Commons Gospell bright All at one blow together were to fall Match was in hand to giue the traines their light But God reueal'd destroy'd reueng'd them all Hell needes not blush for this impiety Doth worst of men fiendes furies iustifie Hell neuer knew such wickednesse as this Another hell like it there need a'-bin Should plot and pay be like for both there is One measure none of pay for none of sinne Should praise be like Gods grace there is but one Measure for both Grace had praise must haue none A Pillar Consecrated THis Pillar bright and twise-Reuenger's name Both to our God of right we are to reare For he hath more than twise deseru'd the same Here hauing quell'd our foes and mockt 'em there They first destroyers and then traitors playde Destroyers are destroy'd traitors betray'd Verses made by Theodore Beza vpon the ouerthrow of the Spanish Nauy 1588. STraverat innumeris Hispanus classibus aequor Regnis Iuncturus Sceptra Britanna suis Tanti huius rogitas quae motus causa superbos Impulit Ambitio vexit Auaritia Quà m bene te Ambitio mersit vanissima Ventus Et tumidae tumidos vos superâstis aquae Quà m bene Raptores orbis totius Iberos Mersit inexhausti iusta vorago maris Et tu cui venti cui totum militat aequor Regina O mundi totius vna decus Sic Regnare Deo perge Ambitione remotâ Prodiga sic opibus perge iuuare pios Vt te Angli longùm longùm Anglis ipsa fruaris Quà m dilecta bonis tam metuenda malis Thus Englished though not according to their worth THe Spaniard with great ships and numberlesse Ore-spred the sea that with his kingdomes large Hee might great Brittaines royall Crowne possesse Wouldst know the cause of all this stirre and charge T was this The proude were with Ambition led And after filthy lucre carryed How well wert thou most vaine Ambition Drown'd by the winde and yee O swelling waues Ore-came that proude and swelling-Dition World-spoiling Spanyards midst of all their braues How well and iustly in the gulfe profound Were of the Sea vnsatiable drown'd And thou for whom the windes and Ocean maine Are prest to fight O Queene the worldes renowne So still for God without Ambition raigne So still the godlie with rich fauours Crowne That England thee thou England long and long May ' nioy the good belou'd bad fear'd among Another Song O Night O day while dayes and nights shall last Boue all the dayes and nights that euer past To Englands God be hallowed With hearts and tongues solemnized With Hymmes and songs eternized Black night direfull day thou shouldst haue beene A thundring night a stormy day I weene With hellish tempests darkened With Romish murders bloodyed With English horror dismalled The traine was readie layd the powder dry Faulkes and the blow I quake to thinke how nigh Now all the fiends of hell wide gap'd Now all the friends of Rome well hop'd Now all England securely slep'd But Gods all-seeing neuer slumbring eye As Sentinell kept watch and ward on high Their deuellish plots he fore-espies Their Popish Miners he descries Giues King and State deliueries Thus Hell and Rome haue England twise assay'd With force and fraud t' haue conquerd and betray'd Their Nauy first God scattered Their treason next discouered And twise hath vs deliuered Mongst yeares let eightie eight be Chronicled Mongst dayes Nouembers fift be Calendred To God let both be hallowed With hearts and tongues solemnized With himmes and songs eternized For all of all God praised be With hearts tongues liues be honour'd he Amen Amen Amen say we FINIS A short Song made vpon the powder-treason being the fift of Nouember Anno. 1605. VPon the fift day of Nouember One thousand six hundred fiue All English people must remember How they were sau'd aliue When cruell Papists had intent By blast of Powder strong To blow vp all the Parlament The loftie skies among Nor King nor Prince nor noble blood Meant they at all to spare Nor any of the burgesse-hood That were assembled there Thus when they had their will fulfill'd In fell and furious rage Then had bin all the Godly kill'd Of euery sexe and age Gods holy Word they would haue thrust Out of our Churches quite Laying his honour in the dust With Diabolikespite Then had the Pope and all his traine And all his baggage stuffe Lift vp on high their heads againe And sat in Pompous ruffe O England praise the name of God That kept thee from this heauie rod. FINIS