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B02298 A commentation on the late wonderful discovery of the new popish plot, being the Jesuites diabolick. Device to inveagle the son to betray the father. 1680 (1680) Wing C5549; Interim Tract Supplement Guide Lutt.III[108]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[143]; ESTC R33359 1,343 1

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A COMMENTATION On the late wonderful Discovery OF THE New Popish PLOT Being the Jesuites Diabolick Device to Inveagle the Son to betray the Father IN spite of Fate the Jesuite like the Devil To the Worlds end must still be doing Evil Plotting his Nature is and he doth think To mischief Hereticks is meat and drink Tho God his Vengeance on their plots hath shown And by his mighty Hand has them or'e thrown They still against all Mercy shut their Eyes And will new Mischeif and new plots devise What is it that these Devils doe not dare To Act for God nor Nature doe they Care True Labourers unweariable still In plotting mischeif and in doeing ill Whence Comes their plots Can any mortal tell If not from the Divan that 's held in Hell Wkose black results are by evil spirits sent To th' Jesuites the Devils Instrument Who with much pleasure and industry go To Act the mischief they had hatch'd below Tho their She Champion had but ill suecess And had a devilish squeeze got in the press Tho she who midwifes Trade well understood Miscarried with her bladders Cram'd with blood Yet they like Antheus who new strength still found Each time that He was flung unto the Ground For all these falls new Life and strength do gather And plot to make the son betray his Father Thus against Nature they dare make their way And urge a Son his Father to betray Thus for the Cause to Such Extreams they run To hang the Innoent Father by the Son Horrid if this Jesuites Religion be I still will put it in my Letanie From Such Religion Lord deliver me The first true plot still sticks within their Maw Which they with all their Arts off ne'r will Claw Tho since that time they Kept so fowl a stir And thought to fling it on the Presbyter Tho God their Arts so planely did Consound When Waller did the Mealtubs bottom sound A new plot now from Hell it self they sprung To lay the old on Dr. Oates and Tongue And the poor son is made an Instrumnt To Swear the Father did the plot Invent. To send the Son they to the devil ment God touch'd his Heart and made him to Repent And on a Suddain Cut their we● of Sin And turn'd them loose Some more strange Plots to spin Ere it be long we shall more plainly See Who these damn'd Machivilian Plotters be Not Priest or sesuites all I am afraid Some lay men will be found in Masquerade who rather then their Arts shall not prevail Will stoop to wipe clean madam Celliers Tail And at the same time against Baxter rail Never since first our happy Reformation Did Pope or Jesuite So bestride our Nation They hop'b by th' English Fleeces to grow Rich Finding the sheep had got a Popish Itch But we yet hope the aproaching Parliament Will find some way th' Infection to prevent That this Disease so very lately bred May now among the Flock no farther Spread But Father Pope and his industrious Tools who are no dreaming or unthinking Fools With Wondrous Industy and Pollitick Care Foresee and ' gainst the Evil would prepare A new full Mission to their priests they grant With to ' Each a promise he shall be a saint Who swarming here like Ghosts our Cities haunt Where privatly in several shapes they lurk Doeing their Father Pope and devils work ' More dreadfull to us then either Jew or Turk ' But our wise Prince whom they would fain remove Has to the Nation shew'd his Care and love In 's royall Edicts and his strict Command To keep such dangerous Vermine from the Land Ah happy England happy thou wilt be When we no popish Priest in Thee can See And the Reformed all as one agree LONDON Printed for T. Addams 1680.