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A86261	November the 5. 1605. The quintessence of cruelty, or, master-peice of treachery, the Popish pouder-plot, invented by hellish-malice, prevented by heavenly-mercy. / Truly related, and from the Latine of the learned, religious, and reverend Dr. Herring, translated and very much dilated. By John Vicars.; Pietas pontificia. English.	Herring, Francis, d. 1628.; Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1641 (1641)	Wing H1602; Thomason E1100_1; ESTC R203901	60,311	138

he hath cut-down his choisest-vine Because it would not to his word incline Thinkst thou the fruitlesse wilde-Olive shall stand Unprofitably comb'ring his good land O no he 'll make it wither soon and dye Like to our Saviours barren Fig-tree dry And thou whom God hath thus with mercies blest If thanklesse shalt with dangers be distrest Yea multitudes of mischiefs will thee follow And thee in treasons greedy-jawes will swollow Yea troupes of traitors then shall daily strive Of life and liberty thee to deprive Wherfore that thou ô England still maist have Gods friendly favour thee from foes to save Preach and proclame with heart and hearty cheer With thanks praise each hour month yeer This matchlesse-mercy of thy loving Lord And it on marble-pillars aye record Yea teach thy childrens children to rejoyce To sing Gods-prayses with shrill-sounding voyce And every way his name and fame to reare For this so great Deliverance And to beare A zealous hatred deadly detestation To Romes false doctrines base abhomination Thou then the God of our inheritance Thy Sions Saviour strong deliverance Our part our portion buckler staffe and stay Under thy wings preserve us still we pray Make void and frustrate Romes most hatefull pride The cause is thine ô Lord stand on our side Resist their rage for 'gainst thy Church they rave And let thy people thy protection have Revenge the blood of thy distressed Saints And when they grieve relieve their sad complaints O Lord we pray thee blesse and dresse thy Vine Thy Love thy Dove this little-flock of thine Yea Lord at all times in extremest straits Thy sacred arms upon our armies waits Thy help is present and thy presence sweet To foyle our foes and cast them at our feet Thou Lord dost cause the fell Monocerate To beare on 's brow a soveraign-Antidote Wherfore this wond'rous work of thine ô Lord Our voyce our verse for ever shall record Our hearts we will incline thy praise to sing Even thy great name ô our celestiall King In every house Shire City Street and Temple And teach our children this by our ensample Throughout the Kingdom we thy fame will raise While vitall-breath from death prolongs our days And tell this thy great work to every Nation While Sun and Moon shine in their cloudy-station Our singers shall sing Psalms to thee on high O blessed blessed blessed-Trinity FINIS An Epigram to Iesuites the Principall Disturbers of Peace and Unity the Authours and Firebrands of Sedition and Treachery throughout the Christian-world OR The ROMISH WHITE-DIVELL Qui cum Iesu itis non itis cum Iesuitis THe Fatall-Sisters Latine-Poets call Parcae though parcunt nulli they kill all And Latinists the thick-wood Lucus write Ceu nunquàm lucens wherin comes no light And by the same Antiphrasis of late The Jesuites to themselvs appropriate The sacred name of Jesus though their works Declare their lives to be farr worse than Turks Heavens lightnes brightnesse differs not so great From ponderous drossie Earth Nor Southern heat To Northern chilling killing frosts so far Differ Nor th' Artick from th' Antartick star Is more remote than this rank of makes-shifts Whose hatefull lives crafts couzenage subtill drifts To all good-men apparent are unlike To Christ or Jesus Doctrine if you strike Their name out only and their works behold Their best-part then will prove but drosse to gold Do thorns bear grapes do figs on thistles grow Or the tall-palme yeeld pleasant fruite ô no The tree by 's fruit may manifested be On good-trees good on ill bad fruit we see The Jesuites-Doctrine who to know doth list It doth of 5. dees Five dees properly consist In Daunting subjects in Dissimulation To Depose Dispose Kings Realms Devastation Whither the Jesuites come more near to those Which beare the armes of Christ or Mars with blows It is a question but with ease decided As thus Christs souldiers ever are provided Of these blest weapons tears prayers patience These foyl and spoyl their foes with heavenly fence But daggers dags keen-swords poysons deceit Close-fawning treasons wiles to couzen and cheat These are the Jesuites-arms and with these arts Their Pope to deifie they play their parts Nor faith nor piety their followers have For divellishly 'gainst truth they rage and rave How fit those armes Loiola's-brats beseem Britane can witnesse and the whole-world deem I 'll passe-by other-slights all in this one In this foule pouder-plot they all are shown Blush blush ô Jesuites England knows too well Your counsell furthered most this worke of Hell Yea impious Garnet for the traitors pray'd Prick't pusht-forward those he might have staid Being accessary to this damn'd intent Which with one-word this Jesuite might prevent Such barbarous traitours and strange treachery To hide and silence is grosse villany Gentem auferte perfidam c. But ô with orisons God to implore To grant successe ô speak was ere before In all the world like wickednesse ere known In any age such monsters seen or shown Which with religious shows shelter foule-crimes With vertues cloake hiding them oft oft-times And then ô then I tremble to declare Calling the Lord of Heaven with them to share In this foule-fact nor yet heerwith content To offer heaven this high disparagement But that they 'll act more grosse impiety If any can be worse t' heavens Deity These sacrilegious traitors falsly think No surer bands themselves to tie and link To secrecy and resolution strong Than therunto blasphemously to wrong Our Saviours glorious body and blood also To their eternall and infernall woe And who so impious so audacious bold In 's wretched hands the Eucharist to hold Who was so godlesse who so gracelesse trow So rich a pearle unto such swines to throw Who but a Priest of this Society Wouldst know his name t was Gerrard certainly Perswade your selves ye holy fathers all This is a truth which you a lye will call For nought is said against you but most right Then blush for shame hide your selvs from sight O heavens ô earth ô treachers times and season Degenerous minds and hard-hearts void of reason Truly t is doubtfull difficult to tell Whether of these two mischiefs did excell At one-blow bloodily so to confound A King and Queen three Kingdomes so renownd Nobles and Senate thus to strike and stroy By pouder them to spoyle with great annoy Or that Christs glorious sacred body and blood His holy yea most holy Supper shou'd By such damn'd unbidden guests be ' taminated So base a band to be conglutinated And link't thereby with such vile vehemence To perpetrate that Stygian foule offence The Pristine Poets us'd in verse to sing The noble Gests of every Prince and King But now t is needfull in this weedfull age Wherin impiety and vice do rage Yea and all too-too little to declare The hatefull times and crimes which most rife are Whose monstrousnes to paint to publike sight The true relation

iniquity Catesby and Percy Fauks together met Their hellish hearts for mischief now to whet Then Catesby speciall Authour of this ill Their thoughts with traiterous poison thus did fill Right trusty friends since now we private are My minde to you I freely will declare My swelling-tympany of hate is such My discontent and grief of heart so much To see our Holy Father so neglected And how small hope to have him ere respected Within this Kingdom for I plainly see The late Queens courses will maintained be I see I say and to our grief we finde King James is like to prove to us unkind That therfore t is high time to take advice And herein we must not be fondly nice Nor with faint-hearted fear must we proceed To pluck-up and supplant this growing weed For when a wound is grown much putrifi'd The sharper med'cines must therto be pli'd Four strong inducements hereunto have we In whose firm truth we all instructed be First that the King and all his Subjects are Vile Heretikes fit therfore for the snare Next hence we know our great High-Priest of Rome Them excommunicate accurs'd doth doom A third motive which does our fact maintain Is that no Heretick ought king to raign And lastly that it is a work most glorious Yea a most holy act and meritorious To extirpate destroy and quite root-out This King and his hereticall base rout O then dear friends why stand we to demur Let this to us be a sharp goad and spur Why fear we faint we Doubt we to go-on Let this incite our resolution Namely that we in Romes rare rubricks shall Our name eternize and our fame enstall That Rome I say will ever us account The Wings wheron her glory did re-mount Re-edifiers of Saint Peters rites This hope this hap our valiant hearts incites To be such Fosterers and such fautours strong Thus to redeem our selvs our Saints from wrong See here good Reader see what course they take The Pope their Romish-Idoll great to make To set-up irreligious adoration To work truths shipwrack and dire extirpation O must our bloud be spilt our King be slain And many death-door-knocking Souls complain O divellish-doctrin whence such fruits do flow O miserable souls seduced so David a good man to Gods own heart made To God to build a Temple was gain-said And all because his hands were full of blood Yea though his battles were both just and good And yet must Romes base bond-slaves under-take With blood yea must they their oblations make With blood of Gods annoynted Saints elect Not Gods but Belials Temple to erect Romes faithlesse Synagogue to re-advance Full stuft with pride errour and ignorance Then cursed Cain might also think it good To please the Lord with Abels guiltlesse blood And Jeroboam might have hope to please And with his Idols Gods wrath to appease But far be this from each true Christians thought For wo be to the work which blood hath wrought Wo unto those which Sions ground-work lay With crying blood thus doth king David say But yet these Romish Absaloms past grace Would seem than God more wise like Atheists base Or els with Davids foole do say in heart There is no God to pay them their desert For instantly at Catesbies curs'd oration They vow revenge with ardent protestation And therupon being fild with hellish craft They counsell take each shoots his deadly shaft Some this way would their will effect some that But dire destruction each-one aimed at Ones vile opinion was with sword or knife The guiltlesse king to rob of his sweet life Another would perfidiously him slay With powerfull poyson Then a third did say When he by hunting tyr'd to sleep did lay-him Pretending friendly-harbour he would slay-him Medusas * son sate silent all this while His heart being hatching a transcendent wile Hears their opinions counts them all but shallow He had a gulf found out a Realm to swallow I mean that caitiff Catesby who at last From 's poisonous stomack thus this vomit cast True zealous Cath'liks Romes approved friends My heart your fervour worthily commends Your love you show but yet believe me this Me thinks you all do point the way amisse For that which you advise doth doubtlesse bend And more to our than their destruction tend So small attempts bring danger we 'l contrive To leave nor boughes nor branch nor root alive For what though we the King-alone destroy Leaves he not after him a Prince t' enjoy His Crown and Scepter a most hopefell heir To take revenge as we may justly fear A Prince I say of pregnant sprouting hope Then let us not give vengeance so great scope Great flames have grown burnt-down cities fair Even by small sparks left kindling without care This young Prince Henry to my minde doth call Revolting Henry th' eighth that chief of all Did work our holy-Fathers downfall first A deed most heynous hatefull and accurst Whose odious name may ere be execrable And t'all good Catholiks abhominable Wherfore this is my mind and constant doom To extirpate and utterly consume This Seed hereticall which bears such hate To royall Romes imperiall fair estate Now that this stratagem may prosperous be With patience tend and lend your ears to me An ancient house there is near situate To Percies house whither in princely state To parle about the Kingdoms great affairs Englands chief Peers and counsell grave repairs The Nobles Bishops Knights and Burgesses In Parliament to give their suffrages Thither also as custome doth maintain The King Queen Prince all their princely train The first day of the Parliament do go Most sumptuously making a glorious show In scarlet robes glistering with pearl and gold Great multitudes assemble it to behold Under this house we closely may prepare An undermined vault and fill that snare With plenteous store of gun-pouder most fierce Which like a mighty whirl-wind quick may pierce And pull in peeces and blow-up to th' skies The cursed corps of those our enemies Of King and Counsellours of Prince and Peer Your liking and consent now let me heare With joynt consent and great content they all Laud and applaud this Diabolicall This horrid hatefull hideous foule invention Yea traiterous Fauks with nimble apprehension Finding the drift therof O thus sayes he The House which Rome hath spoild shall spoiled be Thus we says he for our dear Cath'like truth Shall fill our foes with horrour wo and ruth Thus we shall canonized be and much renown'd Whiles we our foes supplant and quite confound Thus those I say which 'gainst us made sharp laws Shall griped be within fierce vengeance paws Thus those which quondam us'd to prosecute And Romes pure-Priests and Saints did persecute These these I say made proud by our rich spoyls Shall tumble head-long in our nets and toyls Now heerupon more Copesmates they invite Amongst the rest Gerrard a Jesuite

heads to be erected And plac't upon one-body with one-stroke To smite them off not needing to invoke A yeers months weeks or days-space but one-hour To strike-off all those heads with Romish powre Yea as it were with one loud thunder-clap As with a pettard instantly to snap And break our peacefull Janus-gate wide-ope Of all our halcyon-dayes to quench the hope With more than Canibals blood-thirsty mood Deeming than Mans-flesh nothing sweeter food O who is able to articulate Or who can liv●ly paint and personate The severall sorrows of that dismall-day Those vile Nerorians vaunting in their prey Triumphing in the trophies pitteous spoyl Of their destroyed Kingdome native-soyle No though I had an hundreth tongues and hearts Both hearts toungs would fail to do their parts T' indite and write th' extent of their intention In sense and science of so strange invention Yea learned Homer doubtlesse would refuse A task so great so grievous for to choose Yet that I may but give a short survey A glimmering-view of that intended-day We 'll here suppose and blest be heavens great name That we can therof but conjecture frame We 'll here suppose I say the fact effected The traitours bloody-banners now erected By Hercules his foote the Lyons paw The wise may see the widenesse of Romes maw For heer me thinks had then a fresh bin shown London great-Britanes fairest princely throne Like conquered Troy in furious flames a burning Spoyl'd abus'd replete with moan mourning The happiest City Europe ere enjoy'd With Aetnaean-fire and smoke confum'd destroy'd Her wals with Canon-ruptures rent and torn Her stately turrets batter'd-down forlorn Rubbish-heaps made of her Pyramides Her streets with souldiers fild none them t' appease Then Mars usurping milde Astraea's room Their swords not words must give the fatall-doom In streets great streams of blood like rivers run Loud screeks and cryes help help we are undone But none to help except to help them die Or add more griefe to groaning misery In houses and in sanctified places Women with blubbering tears bedrensh their faces Wringing their hands and running up and down Fearfully frighted with foes rage and frown Children in Parents arms trembling and quaking Mothers into their lapps their infants taking With gushing tears kissing their tender-cheeks Chambers even ring with Damsels wofull fcreeks Aged-men murthered Young-men butchered Wives widows made chaste Virgins ravished This corollary let me also adde Which would have made the mischief farre more bad It was confest to be their hellish drift The King State confounded they would shift The blame shame on those whom most they hate Their own foul guilt therby to paliate A villain falsly should proclaim as truth That Puritans were Authours of this ruth So that in every country town and city All that were godly-given without all pitty O most unsampled ô most wicked wile Had beene destroy'd as malefactours vile But how this hellish plot contriv'd should be In its more proper place you plain shall see Now then return we whence we have digrest Hels Romish-agents thus most ready prest As was fore-shown each thing in readinesse To bring their country into deep distresse Our great Jehovah God omnipotent Who sits in Heaven above the firmament His Israels carefull keeper shepheard great Who mans affairs views from his mercy-seat And knows the closest and most secret deed Whose sight doth fained Lynxes farr exceed He he I say in mercy did behold The miseries and mischiefs manifold Wherwith those Romish-bears their King did threat Wherby they gapt to make Saints-flesh their meat Thus to his glorious Angell with sweet voyce His will unfolds which they to do rejoyce You saith Jehovah now shall understand How Satan that sly-hunter takes in hand With Cholcos spels and spight by agents proud Great Britanes soyle to spoyle yea and hath vow'd To root-out of the Earth the English-nation Who to our name perform pure adoration Which if they should accordingly atchieve * Babell would her dead hopes again revive The monstrous * Beast would salve her deadly sore And re-erect a Stews for her great Whore Then Rome the mistresse of enormity Would bask her selfe in sins deformity Then also would the Prophesies of old Seem and that justly all in vain fore-told All those praedictions clean annihilated Which said the Beast should sure be captivated That Babylon should fall and ruin'd be And that the Kings on Earth her fall should see All these I say might hereby frustrate seem And thus my people Me forgetfull deem Wherfore I purpose with all expedition To interrupt and thwart this their ambition This hasty hatefull enterprize to stop Of this rank-rising-weed the flowers to crop And although Englands sins my wrath deserve Yet for my names-sake I will them preserve Although I say Englands ingratitude Justly deserves judgements amaritude Because it doth my mercies much abuse Yet will I not permit this Beast to use Mysword of power nor give those * Imps my right But speedily in wrath their sins I 'll smite This God of mercy just-mans consolation With most ineffable commiseration To shew to us his love and bounty large A heavenly Angell forthwith gives in charge To Albions kingdome with swift course to fly And in his sleep the king to certifie How many dangers he was wrapt into Which him and 's peacefull kingdom would undo How many stinging-Snakes in Court did lurke For him and his strange snares and gins to work Wish him be circumspect the * place refrain Where Julius Caesar treacherously was slain Their impious plotted Protasis doth frown Like Sampsons-house intending to pull-down His kingdome all at once about his ears And their Epitasis portends great fears But both of these he joyfully shall see Transacted to a blest Catastrophe Then to the Lord MOUNTEAGLE hast with speed To whom the traitors closely have decreed To send a Letter this harme to prevent That from the Senate he himself absent For why say they both God and man decree By a fierce blast Romes foes down-cast to see And that he should into the country fly And there in saf'ty and security A wofull sodain spectacle expect And that this Caution might breed no suspect They wisht him having read the Letter burn That so no danger might upon him turn Him thou shalt warn his duty to perform And of this perill his dread Prince t' enform The Kingdoms and his Countries weal to further And so prevent this direfull dreadfull murther Which that same Letter mystically ment Without a name but not a blest event Then from great Jove doth wing'd Minerva fly And ere bright Titan from the spangled-sky Had banisht Cynthia dancing on Spains flood This blessed Messenger with message good Ariv'd upon the coasts of Britane fair His charge to discharge duly doth prepare Who noble Morley's heart doth first inspire With honest care and diligent desire Of his deare King and Countries happy state And then the

any Magistrates examination Their senses thus to circumvent and flout That none the truth might from them ere get-out Moreover though that Letter we confesse Was the first-instrument the plot t' expresse Yet certainly for all that mystick-Letter Our case had still bin very little-better If God had not another-way wrought peace Necessitating them that worke to cease Of undermining that great Capitoll By reason of the thick and stony-wall Which so did crosse what they did first desi●● As that they must the pouder-cellar hire Wherinto they their hellish-stuff did lay Our King and State by flames to make away Which had it bin of those things voyd and free Where might it have bin thought that stuff to be How could the vault in time have bin detected Which all the while was never once suspected Nor till the Traitours-selves confest was sought For no man therof ever dream'd or thought The last not least note in this horrid act Is that God mov'd the King still to protract And to rejourn the time of Parliament Which fitted still the Traitors ill-intent But chiefly unto us it fell-out best As by those notes before hath bin exprest The Treason thus most happily display'd The Traitour Fauks to prison was convay'd Then through both Court and Country speedily Through all the Kingdome did the rumour fly Through Town and City street and every place Of this deliverance Gods preventing-grace Annoy is turn'd to joy and sweet content Mens hands and hearts and knees to praises bent Making great bonfires feasting ringing bels Each-one h●s neighbour this Gods goodnesse tells And now return we where we new-now left Incarcerate Fauks whose heart was clean bereft Of piety and grace incarnate Divell Most strangely hard'ned with infernall evill For being brought before the Councell grave He did himselfe so sturdily behave And put-on such a Romish Resolution A vouching his intended-execution Wit●●uch a setled and immarbled face As that a Mutius Scaevola most base He lively represented to them all Full of remorslesse rancour rage and gall For why he durst most shamelesly proclame This hatefull fact a deed of holy fame And that the Zeal of Romish Faith indeed Enflam'd his heart so boldly to proceed And that he griev'd for nothing more then this That of the works-conclusion he did misse Adding more-over with a heart of stone That if he had but of their comming known And if he had bin in the Cellar ta'ne He would have set on fire the pouder-train And both himself and those that had him catcht Would there have blown-up and of life dispatcht Yea when before the King and Councell grave That night he question'd was he did behave Himself with right-Ravilack scorn and pride And oftentimes would seem even to deride What was demanded so small grace he had So hard a heart his conscience was so bad And the next day being in safe custody And by some Lords question'd most seriously Touching his complices in this designe He stubbornly would such demands decline And all that while nought could be from him got Which he conceived might disclose the plot But on himself-alone laid all the blame Protesting that he undertook the same Meerly for conscience and religions sake Avouching that the King he did not take To be his lawfull Soveraign Gods annoynted But as an Haeretick from Rome disjoynted But the next morn being to the Tower sent And there some two or three dayes being spent In strict examination twice or thrice And he rejecting all their grave advice The Councell theron profering him the rack The sight therof did all his courage crack And all his former Romish valour stout Unmask and made his guilt of heart break-out So that he then began for to confesse The truth of all th' intended-wickednesse Then there they left him in his divellish heart To bide the Sentence of his just desert To taste the bitter cup to traitors due Which yet did nothing cause his soule to rue But desperately his heart more hard than stone With divellish impudence was overgrown For in the time of his imprisonment Some other traitors to the Towre being sent There were that did avouch that they did heare Vile Robert Winter Winter voyd of fear In whom also was graces Autumn shown And fruitlesse-Winter of all goodnesse known Who being in the Towre a time did finde To speak to Fauks and thus to break his minde Thou knowst friend Fauks my old trusty mate That boyes may once grow-up to mans estate And Catesby and my selfe have children left Then are we not of comfort quite bereft For why I hope they will revenge Romes wrong And for our sakes her foes once lay along Yea though we had no children of our own Yet God is able from the sterile-stone To Abraham of Rome children to raise And I much marvell no man in our praise For this our Cath'lick constant zeal doth write And Panegyricks unto us indite How-ever yet let us vow and protest To maintain our just-cause and manifest Our ardent zeal for Romes supremacy When we before the people are to die Content quoth Fauks for surely I suppose The Divell not God did this our sact disclose O monstrous men ô hard hearts brazen faces To offer God and man these foule disgraces Past grace past goodnesse voyd of fear or shame Our good Heavens God thus falsly to defame Farre worse than Julian that Apostata Or Ecebolius worse than these I say For Julian did at last confesse and cry Thou Galilaean hast the victory And th' other with remorse confest his fault Crying-out O tread on me unsavoury-salt But this remorslesse gracelesse godlesse brood Of ramish-Romists with most impious mood Are not asham'd like most unsavoury-salt Not only not to grieve for this great fault But most impenitent avouch and joy Their hellish-plot their country to destroy To this unpattern'd impudence I may The traitor Tressams perjury display As most apparent marks to testifie This Beast of Babell and her blasphemy And let no Romish-Rabsheca be mov'd And say t is false for both were justly prov'd This Tressam to the Councell had confest That he and Garnet had their minds exprest And often-times had serious conference About this treason and intelligence Of that invasion by the King of Spain Which greedily they gapd-for but in vain This also being prov'd to Garnets face Yet Tressam ere he dy'd quite voyd of grace Did on his souls-salvation take his oath Vilely recant falsly forswear them-both And said that sixteen yeers at least were past Since he did see or talk-with Garnet last O what a wretched-state live these men in Who hold it but a triviall veniall-sin To wrest and jest with oaths and Sacraments And have indulgence for such damn'd attempts But desperate Judas-like Tressam did dye Murthering himselfe in prison wickedly O who so Stoick-like so senslesse Stock Cannot be mov'd to see these wretches mock And gull their souls with Romish incantation Nay

true prediction Of Babels bane of Roms proud Whores conviction This age in Gods due time to passe may bring This conquest great Lord grant unto our King Whose life as 't is most precious in thy sight So let thy glory shine in his great might To propagate and farther to extend The Gospels glorious Sun-shine and to bend His utmost wisedome to discern and hate The fly and secret foes of Church and State To love the good the haughty to suppresse To maintain vertue beat-down wickednesse That Justice like a river with swift source May flow with streams of uncorrupted course Through all the kingdome that in peace he may This noble Realme with grace and glory sway That all the Nobles and right noble-Peers Whose hearts this thy great love and mercy cheers The most illustrious Senate of this Land May feare thy name and Gospels foes withstand And for so great so good deserts so free So blest deliverance life and liberty Grant from that sacred-house such laws divine May be establisht and perform'd in fine As may redoun'd to th' honour joy and health Of King subjects Church Common-wealth That these most cruell cursed Canaanites These sons of Edom Churches Ismaelites The props and pillars of that shamelesse-whore Who even as sheep to die had mark'd us o're May be cut-off from mongst us which so long Have wrought sought our peace to break wrong Which like inhumane barbarous Paracides Like cursed Canibals vile homicides Would cut their Parents throat their Country dear With one-fierce blow to make their passage clear Who plot and practise guiltlesse-blood to spill Teaching as most true doctrine Kings to kill Delighting most in rapine theft and lyes Forbidding marriage not adulteries Yea incest and such other sins of shame They sleight esteem which Christians should not name Whose Pope and holy Priest-hood for their gain Their odious Stews in publick do maintain Most impudently counting it no shame A yearly tribute for such cause to claim Whose practise is to couzen and dissemble Whose blasphemies do make the godly tremble Who do by grounds of their Religion hold That which nor Turks nor Jews nor Pagans bold Nor any other Hereticks what-ere Nor those of Calycut which serve and feare The Divell to kill their King ô most notorious For conscience-sake and say t is meritorious Who mingle with Gods word yea do prefer Their own traditions causing men to erre Using abusing Scripture as they lust And do esteem the same a thing most just Teaching for truths the dreams of filthy Fryers Slandring Gods word like most nefarious lyers Who both the laws of God and man abuse The Turks I say more vilenes scarce can use Breaking the bands of blest humanity Of serious vows and hospitality Savage Assyria surely never saw Th' impieties which Rome maintains by law O why then favour we these poysonous snakes With whom what Realm or people long partakes In which Romes furious fangs are not discride Who are not curb'd and crusht by Romish-pride O if we will persist them still to spare Let 's blame our-selves if we fall in their snare Thee thee ô England I may happy call Thou little-isle whom father Neptunes wall And mighty arms embrace I past all doubt May term thee happiest all the world throughout If thou didst truly know thy blest estate Or heavens rich mercies would'st commemorate If in the tables of a thankfull heart Thou wouldst imprint Gods love to all impart By registers of never-ending dayes The endlesse matchlesse due deserved praise Of thy ay-living all-good-giving King Who still doth fill thy heart with each good thing O say how oft and from what great assaults Wch were brought on thee for thy grievous faults Hath heavens free-grace most safely thee protected God in his mercy having thee respected And when thou wast in dangers almost drown'd Thy proud prefumptuous foes he did confound Witnesse that grand-assault in eighty-eight When faithlesse Spain with impious pride and hate Insulting and consulting vaunting loud Thy fearfull finall fatall woe had vow'd And his great madnes to that passe had brought That English-seas with Spanish-ships were fraught But how did God maugre their might and spight Make windes and Seas and all for thee to fight Wracking their Ships chaining their Princes great Swallowing the rest in Seas for fishes meat How hath the Lord other great mercies shown Calming uncivill-civill discords grown In this thy Realm in former dayes of old Which oft were raised by thy Barons bold How did the Lord in blest Eliza's dayes To his eternall glory and just praise Beside that eighty-eights great victory Redeem thy crown and state from jeopardy Of many private Popish-treacheries Which by their agents Rome did still devise Against the Person of that Peerlesse-Queen Whose equall hardly all the world hath seen How did thy God watch over her for good And nip those traitors hopes even in the bud Lopping their sprigs cropping them in the floure That they could nere take root nor raging-power How often hath the Lord from thee with-held His all-devouring plagues wch would have quel'd And quencht the glory of abused-peace When God had fild thy heart with joyes encrease And though thy sins and grosse ingratitude Did make thee taste the sharp amaritude Of a late furious raging pestilence Which with most deplorable vehemence Devoured rich and poore made desolate Thy houses Churches streets in wofull state Without respect of simple or of sage Of Cottage or of Palace sex or age Yet ô yet with what wondrous admiration Did thy great Lord on thy humiliation Most strangely and most sodainly command His Angell to with-draw his wounding-hand And in a moment as it were to cease Thy weekly thousands to a cleare decrease How oft I say hath thy Almighty God With-held the fangs of famines pinching-rod By parching drought or by immoderate rain To break thy staff of bread in corn and grain Instead wherof how doth thy land still flow With milk and honey How fair doth it show With peace and plenties blessed harmony With every mercies sweet variety Like fertile Canaan no land ere did find Dame Natures bounty in like copious kind Thus thou ô England justly seem'st to be A pleasant Paradise wherin's the Tree Of knowledge wherwith thou art most indu'd Another world all things a fresh renew'd A Land I say which doth all nations passe As farre as christall does thick-spotted-glasse And yet to make thy glory more compleat The Lord hath given thee Manna angels meat The glorious Sun-shine of his word divine Thy blisse and blessednesse more cleare to shine The everlasting Gospell spring of grace The precious pearl which wisdom doth purchase Thus is thy Land the Land of Goshen right Both for the Gospels power and purenesse bright Do but compare this thy felicity With other Nations foggy misery Who stifled are as t were in piteous case With cloudy ignorance and errour base

Living alas in beast-like wretchednesse As in the shade of death most comfortlesse Without the knowledge of or Christ or God Without whose knowledge al 's a dirty-clod Worshipping for the glorious Lord most high Vnto their souls eternall misery Dumb-idols rotten-timber mettals vile Farre fitter under-foot to tread and spoyle Again to make thee yet and yet more blest To make thy lustre shine past all the rest Hath not the Lord in thee most richly placed The light of justice wherwith thou art graced Wherby thy peoples houses Castles are Themselvs their states freed from offensive care Of wrong or robb'ry Thus thy beauty shines Whiles all-men sit in peace under their vines But of all temp'rall blessings under heaven Which ever were to any Nation given The power and praise of God most to advance All come most short of this Deliverance This monstrous matchlesse Popish pouder-treason Beyond the power of former reach or reason This Quintessence of barbarous treachery Transcendeth all of past antiquity And cannot these sweet mercies manifold Thy heart with cords of gratitude with-hold From sinning 'gainst thy God him to provoke To smite thee deeplier with some heavier stroke Yea canst thou England canst thou possibly Be so orewhelmed in stupidity So sottish senslesse impiously ingrate As to forget or to obliterate Out of thy thankefull-heart the odious smell Of this projected pouder-smoake of hell So long as ever thou a Kingdome art O do it not least heaven doth make thee smart By some as strange a plague if it may be When he such grosse ingratitude shall see But rather all thy power and parts imploy To evidence thy hearts triumphing joy To blesse thy God for this thy new-Salvation To keep That-day with endlesse recordation Christ freed thy soul from hell-fire and this fire Than any other flame to hels came nigher That-day which they Britans black-day would see Novembers 5. Britans bright-day shall be The day was Tewsday but by Popish-spight Papists Ashwednesday it had bin more right For ever then fell Popelings howle lament Your Romish Pouder-pieties intent For all the Oceans-floods will nere make clean Perfidious Rome thy knavish-sincke obscene Englands Transalpinated Papistry Hath often wrought blood-smearing cruelty Bred our Transmarine-Travellers light mind Then let them be by law t' our homes confin'd For as was said This detestable fact Was counsel'd courag'd by the Popes compact For He that bids doe what 's so ill-done He Must stay the worke or els Its authour be Had he not cast Paternall-care from 's heart He 'd nere have plaid such a Step-fathers part Who from his Bubble-bellowing Buls belcht-out All 's Caco-curses hellish-broyles about Saying thus let one-day all great Britane make One-grave whose name in future daies shall slake Vices Vice-roy or vice it selfe is He Who Peters-chaire soyls with such villany Forget not then I say but ever hate Romes Pope and Papists foes to Church and State Who in their calmest-case do but couch-low To watch advantage for a deadlier blow Hugg not such vipers in your bosomes then Foster not festring Snakes in shapes of men Within your houses much lesse in your hearts By loving liking pleading on their parts Least thus you more than seem most gracelesse sots Hankering after Aegypts foule flesh-pots By temporizing tricks backsliding wayes Till Gods fierce wrath you thus against us raise Let us take heed we surfet not in store And turning grace to wantonnesse grow poor Poor in our souls barren in piety And so be made the maps of misery Be not more blind than Earth-devouring Moles Who love to grovell under-ground in holes Or so unthankfull as the sottish Swine Who eat up Acorns but ne're cast their ey'ne Up to the Oake from whence they to him fell Who thus their Swinish-nature plainly tell So do not thou thy brutish-heart declare Receive not blessings but with gratefull care To retribute unto thy God above According to his great redundant love Shake-off shake-off and shun such brutishnesse With thankfull heart acknowledge and confesse The most admired least deserved favour Of thy so gracious God so sweet a Saviour Who plenteously replenisheth and fils Thy soul with blessings Nectar-drops distils Of favours of his left and his right-hand On soule and body and doth guardian stand Still to refell repell the dangers great Wch thy worst foes could menace work or threat Snatching the prey out of their hungry jaws Recovering it from their most bloudy claws Thrusting them headlong into their own pit Breaking their teeth wherwith they would have bit Nay utterly have swallowed at one meale Our Kingdom King Peers Prophets Common-weal Wch thee with amiable-peace hath blest Such as our Predecessours nere possest And such I fear as our Posterity Are never like to see and taste and try Yea God alone hath given us this great rest His liberall-love these mercies hath exprest That God I say whose majesty and might Whose greatnesse goodnesse justice most upright The heavens the earth deep seas works of wōder Rain hail frost snow loud winds lightning thunder Do mightily shew-forth tell and declare What Heathen-god with thy God can compare He is thy Saviour Sun and Shield most strong To whom doth all true praise and laud belong Both for thy being and thy best-estate Whose tender mercies most compassionate Whose patience power and pitty infinite All people shall to future times recite O let us then ô let us never cease On trumpets loud to make his praise increase In heart and voyce his mercies to record By Hymns and Psalms to laud the living Lord To sound his fame unto the Indian-coasts To those whose clime continuall-Sommer rosts Let Phoebus first leave-off his annuall race Let Phoebe want her monthly-borrowed grace Let Neptune stop the Oceans billowing source Let nature want in all things wonted course Yea Lord then let us cease to be I pray When in oblivion we this mercy lay But doubtlesse if this duty we neglect The Lord most justly will this sin correct And on our heads his heavy hand will fall And turn our hony into bitterest gall Nothing the Lord can worse endure or hate Than thanklesse persons and a mind ingrate The husbandman that sows most plenteously The greater Harvest hopes in equity The land wch nought but thorns thistles yeelds Though well manur'd no man regards such fields Since God hath given he looketh to receive O let 's take heed how we our duty leave Did God with grievous punishments afflict His holy-off-spring when they did addict And give themselves to vanity and lust And him that fed them so forget distrust Abusing his most gracious clemency His patience love and longanimity If he did his peculiar-people ' stroy Who first his laws and worship did enjoy If thus for their ingratitude it far'd If they were smitten and might not be spar'd Alas what madnesse should us Gentiles move To thinke that God of us will more approve And since