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A25269
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The Jacobite conventicle a poem.
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Ames, Richard, d. 1693.
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1692
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Wing A2984; ESTC R14298
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Ages For some were Youths and some were Sages Made up this private Congregation Yet Envy Discontent and Passion In Face of every one appear'd Both of smooth Chin and grisly Beard As plain as is the Light in Phaebus When he Looks down on Mortal Rebus Nor could the grinning smile conceal The Passions which in Breast they feel As if these People took delight Only to wait on God for Spite Soft buzzing Whispers fill the Room And into close Committees some Retire to give their Thoughts a Vent And Drevil forth their Discontent Which Poyson as the one spits forth The other Licks it up in Troth A Man perceiving of a Dry Nod Came to a little Private Synod Or Junto which was just behind me To prate they fall and did not mind me But not in words so soft and Butter'd But I could hear each word they Vtter'd Quoth one I wonder what a Devil Should make the Parliament so civil Such Taxes on the Land to Draw We must make Bricks yet have no Straw If they go on 't is plain and clear The French which we so idly fear As soon will make Descent on Finland As e're Attempt to Land in England Within three years we shall become The Poorest State in Christendom All Nations will on us be Pissing And we become the Scorn and Hissing Of all the Kingdoms which are known 'Twixt us and Land of Prester John Besides the Mony which is Rais'd Pays not the English God be Prais'd No poor contented Villains they Must venture on yet have no Pay Except a little small Subsistance A very trifling small Assistance Just to keep Life and Soul together Against the force of Wind and Weather Whilst Brandenburgers Danes and Dutchmen Sweeds Germans and all other such Men Are duly paid off to a Penny And long Arrears they have not any You speak the very truth on 't Neighbour Replies his Friend with Thought in Labour To be Deliver'd of some Matter Which sore opprest his Pia Mater If our forefathers were complaining That Rome was still their Purses Draining By Peter's Pence and such Taxation How just are now the Cries o' th' Nation Four Shillings first in every Pound Did fine Estates most largely wound Estates as well as Bodies needing For their Healths sake a timely Bleeding The Double Excise which all men reckon'd To hold but one year lasts a Second And it may still for ought that we know Till Day of Judgment so continue But that which was the topping sole Act Of the last Sessions was the Poll Act Where each man must or nill or willing For 's Head pay quarterly a Shilling When most Mens Brains in Head which rest Sir Are hardly worth a single Tester But 't is much better sure in one sense To Pay for Head than Pay for Conscience For Faith I should be very loth To Pay Two pounds or take an Oath The Oaths As soon I 'de swallow Rats-bane Or any other Payson that 's Bane Rejoyns a third O'bomination What swallow down my own Damnation A Butter'd Hedg-hog I could better Digest than of the Oaths a Letter But pray what News have y' in the City Sure matters there go very pretty And Guineas into Guild-hall go As if our Land were Mexico Or as each Merchant there a Dweller Had found a Golden Mine in 's Celler Well if their Faith for things above Like that for things below does prove 'T is Ten to One and Two to Eleven They all of them will meet in Heaven They say the King and all his Allies Speaks a fourth Man amongst these fellows Intend as folk's report most true is To pull down Pride of Mighty Lewis And William for a Wager carries His Arms into the Heart of Paris And of the strange Opinion some are That all this must be done this Summer Well they may please their idle Fancies With such like Tales and State Romances But I believe they 'l find more Odds Than Giants did that Fought with Gods Alas their mighty Preparations Made of the Scum of several Nations Are not to France so Formidable As are to Us a City Rabble You 'll find their Mighty Hopes Defeated And They most miserably Cheated Hold let 's forbear our idle Tales Hes come Who is 't Why Mr. Sh. A precious Man Hist silence there At which all instantly forbear And looking at the Ministers God bless you Sir His Surplice on and then prepare To Joyn with him in Common-Prayer Nor Psalms nor Prayers does he omit any Till coming to that place i' th' Littany Wherein oblig'd by Name to Pray For those who bear the Sovereign Sway He did in 's Prayers no Name put in But those of Gracious King and Queen Which Prayer no sooner did it reach the Ears of them all but We beseech thee Echoed more loud by Persons there Than the Responce to any Prayer Which in the Liturgy we read From the Lord's Prayer to Nicene Creed The Service done I then expected T' ave heard a singing Psalm directed But having got the Pious Qualms Their Souls were not in tune for Psalms For how can ever Captives bring Their Minds into a Frame to Sing Tho it is plain that Fetters none They had but what themselves put on But if they would have tund their throats To Sternholds or to Hopkins Notes It would according as 't is reckond Have been to Psalm call'd Seventy Second Lord give thy Judgments to the King Therein Instruct him well And with his Son that Princely thing Lord let thy Justice dwell But now the Priest was to Pulpit gone At least to what might pass for one After a short Prayer not forgetting Of King and Queen to mind his Knitting Who with a Zeal most mighty Fervent Were thought of by their suffering Servant Remembring likewise most Devoutly To Pray for Mother Church most stoutly The Church of England which they fancy None out of their Communion can see The Church opprest distrest and warried And in a sence Spiritually carried Captive away whilst its Adorners Are forc'd to Preach and Pray in Corners This done and th' Audience composing Themselves for Hearing or for Dozing Tâ— a Bible of Geneva size Himself Devoutly Priest applies And from a thousand various Texts This part of Scripture strait Selects ROM 13. 1 2. Let every Soul be Subject to the Higher Powers c. Whosoever therefore Resisteth the Power Resisteth the Ordinance of God and they that Resist shall receive to themselves Damnation The Text quoth he beloved plainly Holds forth that every one should mainly Strive who should most Enriched be With the Dear Jewel Loyalty I do not mean the Counterfeit Which every one that Swears can get To save their Purses having a mind Theirs is a Bristol Stone no Diamond But I do mean that Sacred Jewel Which flattering Arts nor open Cruelty of Men e're with all their Bluster Could make it lose its sparkling Lustre A Good by Holy Writ Commended With thousand Blessings still attended A
Virtue which the very Angels Practise above or it were strange else None of them daring to Rebel Since Lucifer and his Crew fell A Virtue all have here I hopen But now my Text begins to Open. Let every Soul c. Let every Soul Man Woman Child Be with this Holy Virtue fill'd For there 's not one in all the Nation Excepted in this Proclamation Tho there are thousands senseless Elves Who wickedly Except themselves And foolishly suppose that they Were Born to Govern not Obey Ah! Parents for I must be true t' ye And tell you that it is your Duty To let your Children hazard at all Learn as just as they can Prattle The Criss-Cross-Row of Loyalty Before they learn their A. B. C. Tell 'em the Dignity of Crown'd Heads And make 'em learn to hate the Round-heads Tell 'em there nothing is in Nature So. Monstrous as a Whiggish Creature Tell 'em Nay tell em anything T' advance the Glory of a King Indeed 't is plain without Correction That Loyalty implies Subjection Let every Soul be Subject c. That is let every Soul be ready With a fixt mind resolv'd and steddy To part with Life Estate and all When e're it is his Prince's call But never let him Hum and Haw And Question if 't is done by Law His Princes Will to him should be The Rule of Law and Equity But now Beloved let 's Discourse Of what is meant by Higher Powers Let every Soul be Subject to the Higher Powers That is that every Soul should be Subject alone to Monarchy A Government which you and I know Most certainly is jur ' Divino Above all other Governments Which are in Earths most wide Extents Alas what man a live is able T' endure the Ruling of a Rabble But Common-wealths why should we rob Of th' Glory of a Ruling Mob Distinctions they know no other Than well met Friend and hale well Brother But amongst all the Ruling Powers Of Monarchy there 's none like ours Isay not as 't is now alas My meaning is as once it was When Good King but I 'll leave the rest By your Good Judgments to be guest Whilst in few words I shall Rehearse The Meaning of the Second Verse Whosoever therefore Resisteth c. Beloved 't is a dreadful Curse But good enough were 't ten times worse For those who meddle in State-matters And will be Kings and Monarch-haters Tho most Men make a Recreation Of that so common word Damnation But they will all to Hell be Carried As sure as Judas call'd Iscariot Who in the smallest point or thing Or thought Rebel against their King To whom the Title still we give Of God's true Representative No wonder then that God is Jealous When 'gainst his Vice Roy they 'r Rebellious What mighty havock have ye done Ye wicked Men of Forty One Nay I might farther here rejoyn Ye Belial's Sons of Eighty Nine Nay Laugh not for for all your Jearing There 's not one Barrel better Herring Fight 'gainst your King How my Blood Curdles Have you a mind to lay on Hurdles And whether you are Low or High born With a Psalm end your Days at Tyburn But my Belov'd 't is plain and clear That there are no such Persons here We are all Here a sudden noise To silence put the Preachers Voice When instantly without much Rabble An Officer that 's call'd Constable Attended by some Musqueteers Entred the Room and spoil'd their Geers Genteels quoth he without much Preface You all my Prisoners are in the place None Answering him upon that Score Obedience Passive were all o're Some few escap't but those he guest Were but blind Biggots to the rest The Priest too having slipt off Habit Soon got away like Cased Rabit The now Detected Conventiclers Who are for Loyalty such Sticklers Were carried 'fore a Magistrate Where little 't would avail to prate The Oaths were Tendred and none willing To take 'em each pay Forty Shilling Patient in Suffering with applause Not for the Old but good New Cause FIIS Postscript AH me How great a Cordial's Hope When sawcy Fear don 't interlope How sweetly at the Tett we tipple Till Fear puts Wormwood on the Nipple How hot was t'other day's Discourse That mighty Force of Foot and Horse Headed by ever Valiant J s Were come almost to mouth of Thames Nay some to carry on the Joke Swore he would Land at Puddle-dock But Expectation is a Blessing Surmounts the pleasure of Possessing Yet 't is a question worth Solution who 'd gain by such a Revolution Unless we think Ropes Fire and Axes Are milder things than Modern Taxes Or when from Pockets Rome takes Toll Is better than a Quarter Poll And think the Levies of Commission More cruel than the Inquisition If words of mind the true Intent is These men are sure Non compos mentis And Bedlam must be sure Enlarg'd When 't is with such State-blockheads charg'd Where they themselves may hourly tickle And keep each day a Conventicle ADVERTISEMENT CHuse which you will Liberty or Slavery or an Impartial Representation of the Danger of being again Subjected to a Popish Prince