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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

doth refuse our yoake and usurpation O are not these foule broods of vipers vile And Pluto's Locusts full of fraud and guile Yea are they not the very spawn of Hell The furies of Avernus fierce and fell Satan their fathers foot-steps imitating By sword and fire fair vertue ruinating From whose most damned counsell and consent They spider-like this Stygian-poyson vent Which treacherous Faux that vessell full of vice To us to minister they did intice Doubtlesse the Divell was not a little glad That he that Popish-prey and purchase had For to those Romish friends might Pluto say As they with him in Tartars flashings lay You see brave friends th' effect of our intentions Hels secrets hidden counsels strange inventions Wch though they have not wrought as we intended Yet are they not with this plot wholly ended Indeed I must confesse we did expect A greater harvest and more full effect Of our designes But this shall now suffice ●ntill we can procure a * richer prize For yet we hope fortune hereafter may Grant us a time more mischief to display And to the full our counsels to contrive To make our stratagems more fairly thrive Nor shall this fact our counsels quite deny Our future hopes Hell is not yet drawn-dry Our coffers are not empty yet indeed This last did all our others farre exceed Which after-times may taste-of to their pain As fast as we can grace and favour gain With our choice * friends in Court Romes champions bold For these are they wch all our hopes uphold This said fly Satan those his agents all Leaves to themselves in sense of endlesse thrall The customary practise of the Divell Who when he hath suggested men to evill First makes them sin and when they are to die Comfortlesse leaves them in their misery Voyd of all help full of disconsolation Headlong to tumble into dire damnation Mark this ô ye whose hearts with deep devotion Are so bewitch'd with Circes poysonous potion With love of Romes great whore recall recall Your understanding from her divellish thrall Abjure that Doctrine cease to call them blest In whom such maps of mischief are exprest Learn with relenting tears repenting heart From Romes false jugling Jebusites to part Those subtill Syrens from you to repell Those impious Amorites Magogs of hell O take unto you Christs collyrium sweet And you shall see how they from truth do fleet Yea you shall then perspicuously perceive How they sound faith do hate and wholly leave How they true saving knowledge paths pervert How they Gods Saints with malice do begirt Assaulting them with mischief and despight Yet shall the just prevail and stand upright For why both Christ and all the heavenly hoast Do fight for them wherof they well may boast Yea from the stars according to their kind They day night do sweet protection find O why doth man then Christs true Church disturb Since heaven resists him and his wrath doth curb O thou great guider of the heavens high Who by thy thunder dost All terrifie Almighty ruler of the earth below In promise just to anger very slow O how can we sufficiently recount Thy condign-praise which doth the heavens surmount Thou didst us save from slaughtring sword and fire From those which 'gainst thy laws our lives conspire From miserable massacre and death Thou only Sions-Saviour gav'st us breath And as from teeth of greedy savage Bears Did'st us recover and redeem from fears Thou only-thou by power of thy right hand Didst for us most unworthy wretches stand And our poor silly sinfull souls preserve Even then when we from thee by sin did swerve We though thy foes yet did thy mercy finde Thou wast most courteous when we were unkind Though we alas daily delight in sin Endangering heavens losse our lusts to win Quenching thy Spirit in us fostring the flesh Like dogs to vomit sinning still a fresh Contemning thy behests and holy name Using thy Saints with scornfull scoffs and shame Choosing the wrong forsaking the right way Blindly persisting when we go astray Lab'ring to please our selvs though displease thee Thinking to live as Saints yet goodnesse flee Neglecting thee and thine preferring more Our profit pleasure thy sweet grace before O let thy grace our gracelesse hearts revive O let us not still live as dead alive Sleeping in sin fearlesse of sins great feares O turn our eyes into a spring of tears O give us grace the old-man to forsake And with true-faith fast-hold on Christ to take Illuminate the blindnesse of our heart And grant dear father though not for desert That we may see the ill that we have done With tears it seen we may desire to shun And with incessant sighes and groaning grief Give grace to wail our wants and find relief Yea feed us Lord with heavenly manna sweet Thy sacred word ô guide our wandring feet To tread the paths which lead to lasting pleasure To which all other best terrestriall treasure Is but dry mosse and drosse foule dirt and clay Vain butter-flies for fooles or childrens play O lift our souls our heaven-born souls more high To seek their riches in Heavens-treasury That as Christs name with tongue we do professe So by our works we may our faith expresse The year preceding this was fatall found When a great-plagne infectiously did wound Full many a thousand of our brethren deare And next this pouder-plot we scap'd most neer For thy strong-hand ô Lord the slaughtering blade Did back retort and those our foes dismaid These things good God do plainly testifie That we have much provok'd thy clemency That our great sins have highly thee displeas'd And yet how quickly is thy wrath appeas'd Thou shew'st thy rod and mildly dost it shake That we might see thy grace and sin forsake And as a mother chastizing her childe Deals with it in affection sweet and milde Lothly lifts up her hand soone lets it fall And presently her anger doth recall Even so ô Lord most like a Parent kind Do we thy love and tender mercies find But if nor words nor warnings will reclaim us Thy punishment great God will justly tame us And doubtlesse though the Lord to wrath be slow Yet if too-far provok'd he down will throw The viols of his wrath his ire will burn Against the wicked which will not return From vanity like stubble in the field They shall consume and to his judgements yeeld Then let us ô let us with speciall care Learn both to love and feare God and declare The Gospels fruits in our lives reformation And by the Lords so frequent exhortation T'abhominate proud Babell just mens foe That Seat of Antichrist where sin doth flow The very basis of impiety The cage of unclean-birds of villany Of which I may affirm and justly hold That though thou hadst Alcides courage bold Thou couldst not cleanse Romes sin-polluted-hals More foule by farr than foule Augea's stalls That so that ancient Prophets

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

as for me the best that I can do Which is my prayers and Orisons for you And your so high designe I most devout Will duly truly to the heavens poure-out And all our Saints and meritorious Martyres Implore to ayd you and your zealous partners O most pernicious Priest O Scythian sect Do you with blood your followers thus infect Is this the charity you all professe Your false conceived wrongs thus to redresse Now how this Jesuites judgement doth agree With Jesus doctrine you shall briefly see When God with sinfull-man vouchsaf'd to talk Told he not Abraham that if ten just folk In Sodom could be found his wrath he 'd stay And would not all in his just vengeance slay But for those righteous sakes would mercy show But ghostly Garnet was more wise than so Did not the heavenly husband-man declare His sacred minde touching the wheat and tare Since both grew-up to let them both alone But of this husbandry Garnet will none Doth not St. Paul doth not all Scripture show No evill ought be done that good may grow Was it not Mercies majesty and joy That none of his he brought unto annoy Not one was lost saying he came to save Not to destroy whom God unto him gave But yet Loiola's Priests more wise do grow They hold it lawfull to kill friend or foe Though Peter may not strike in Christs defence Yet Popish-Priests may use all violence Catesby was heerwith now full satisfi'd And glad that all things to his thoughts compli'd For now he judgd himself most strongly able To settle his man Bates his minde unstable For Catesby noted how he jealously Observ'd each-passage with anxiety And saw how Rookwood was amaz'd in minde And toucht in conscience that he had combinde To ta●e away and let-out so much blood And that they-both much wavering theron stood He therfore told them that most certainly He was resolv'd by good authority No lesse than Garnets their chief Jesuite That with good-conscience voyd of least affright They might destroy nocents and innocents Rather than leave-off their so high intents With which assurance they were satisfi'de And so resolv'd all hazards to abide Now then to Rome is Fauks sent privily Vnto the Pope their plot to signifie To make-known to his holinesse with speed From first to last how all things did proceed His holinesse his traiterous Son commended Perswades to persevere till all were ended Assures successe and fortunate conclusion And so dismist this Master of Confusion With benediction and a bounteous gift Then rapid Tibris-like he flyes full swift Visits his ancient friends and old acquaintance I' th' Duke of Austria's Court with welcome entrance Wheras he meets with many fugitives Questioning how each thing in England thrives And banisht Shavelings of our English nation Greedy to heare of change and alteration With sanguinary Nero who desire Their countries grace extinct with sword fire Monsters of men like those who love to angle In troubled-waters discord strife and wrangle These these I say prickt forward him that ran And contribute to help what he began Furnishing him with counsell as with coyn Brothers in mischief heads and hearts do joyn His head they fill with cunning craft and guile His heart to hatch his tongue to ly they file They teach him how with Demonologie To hide the plat-form of this ●reachery Like furious hagg he home returns most bold And to his master Percy doth unfold His good successe and prayes they might proceed With expedition to this hellish deed For he was stuft with all the arts and arms That Rome could yeeld or Acherontine charms They having now with blasphemous intent As is fore-shown receiv'd the Sacrament And bound themselves by oath to act their parts To heare Plutonick-Masse their murtherous hearts They them prepare which done they all desire Now to proceed to build this furious fire And hereupon some choice-men they select Whose charge should be with diligent respect The Parliament to dig and undermine Who furnisht were with bakd-meats beer wine That so they might not oft go in or out Fauks at the door stood Sentinell or scout Who still discover'd all that passed by And markt occurrents with a watchfull-eye And warning gave as he occasions spide Sometimes to work sometimes to lay aside Thus to the work themselvs they closely gave And by their sides their peeces charg'd they have Resolving there to dye if so it hapt That by discovery they should be intrapt These pioners through Percies chamber brought Th' exhausted Earth to digg a hollow-vault Conveying-out great baskets full of clay And of the house the ground-worke took away But lo at last an obstacle they found A thick stone-wall they met-with in the ground Full 3 yards thick which with much industry Though with great doubt and deep anxiety They having half-wrought-through they eas'ly heard A rushing noyse of Charcoal which them feard That they discovered were strait Fauks was sent To see what all that noise and rushing ment Who finding that the coals were selling-out And that the cellar might past fear and doubt Be hired by them as a place most fit For their design He Percy told of it Who seeing its most pat-conveniency And under th' upper-house immediately He hir'd the Cellar for a yearly rent And with a traiterous heart and foule intent Feined to fil 't with charcoal wood and beer From all suspect themselves to cloake and cleer Here now they did consider Catesby charge Upon whom hitherto with love too-large The cost of all this coyle had chiefly ly'n Wherfore to forward this their deep design Sr. Everard Digbies bounty did abound Who to it promis'd fifteen hundred pound Then traiterous Tressam his great zeale t' expresse Two-thousand pounds would have in readinesse To be employd in each necessity To prop this work of Popish-piety Percy to pierce the eye of Church and State Did also promise he 'd associate And beare a part in this so rare collection Four thousand pounds at least with pure affection He from Northumberlands great rents would get And all things orderly dispose and set Others both horse and armour would provide Others procure an Army gainst the tide Wherwith they might destroy and quite deprive With fury great the rest that did survive Of life and liberty and their best treasure Even Christs pure-Gospell their souls precious pleasure Such was the hatred of this holy-brood Such the effects of their nefarious mood Among them then was this objection made That since the Prince as could not be gain-said Would be in Parliament How best might be The next-heire to surprize But Percy he Soon freed them of this care and under-took With his bold mates to ceaze upon the Duke For this they had resolv'd with firm decree That the Kings issue-male destroy'd should be Next how to get into their custody O hellish guardians of such royalty The precious Princesse fair Elizabeth Then with

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