When they can Save and yet you see How Blood of Innocents we Spill 18. The Law condemns a Priest to die But Supream Law commands them no That for their Lives they must not flie One of the two they must forego 19. Our Faith in many points agree Our Birthrights we may claim of old What is it then to any he If ancient Verity I hold 20. Likely you Err for upward look What ages past believ'd do I And nearer to the Spring the Brook Far distant doth in Puddles die If at the Fount I Drink or Wash The Christal Spring hath us'd no dash 21. Hath Charity deserv'd to Die Our Saviour Suffered for that We sometimes kill an Enemy Not murther Friends for none knows what 22. Our Laws receive their force from Power And the Offenders forfeit Life Here 't is where Law doth Law devour And why such Law would end the Strife 23. Men long in Peace deserving well From King and Country now surpriz'd And charg'd with Crimes no age can tell But those who have this Plot devis'd 24. Now worthy Scrogs your Brethren too Unbyass'd let your Judgements fall We dare the World what they can do May we have Justice when we call 25. Oh! Cleaveland hadst thou liv'd this age Thou couldst not Write unless to Lie For none but Devils tread our Stage Where speaking Truth you surely Die For publick Good or Popery 26. A King to Govern or else none A Linsey woolsey Government 'T is Rabble Property they own And say 't is Law or so 't is meant 27. They stalk with one ambitions Fool Affecting Popularity Make use of Him as a Close-stool First fill Him up then throw Him by 28. The Monster Mobile then Roars Prepar'd by th' Mountebank of State We 'll have no Fools nor Sons of Whores A Common wealth shall end their Date 29 Nor King nor Parliament nor Laws Kill all pretenders to the Crown Nor Lords nor Bishop those Py'd Daws With all adherents shall go down 30. Then up go we we 'll share the Land Too long they have usurp'd our Right And now by turns we 'll all command And shew the World our last New Light 31. Are we not good as Fisher-men Our Hogan-Mogan Neighbours now They were call'd Traytors and what then Their King that was now does them allow 32. They did Reform it thriv'd so good God did intend what they should be They were inforc'd to let some Blood As We to purge Idolatry 33. Your Elders Laws have that vast scope Preliminary to all Power Each in his Parish would be Pope Like Baal's Priests all things devour 34. These are your Saintships Rules of State And Lueifer hath Lectur'd you All above you ye Deadly hate And would not God should have his due 35. Must still the Van Religion Led on by Lies and false pretence Bring up the Rear Rebellion And blind your Reason without Sense 36. Set up an idol-Idol-Parliament Which with false Worship men adore As if Religion were now meant The House of Commons Common-Whore 37. The slights of Hocus not so plain Though Cheats our sight yet none believe But Hocus still he doth remain Through fine Conveyance in his Sleeve 38. Thus Captain Satan leads you on Your Pride and Malice makes you Swell Then Captain leaves ye all alone You 'l find the way your selves to Hell 39. Damn'd Hypocrites Rebellious Race In Power Impudent and Bold Pale Whining Cowards Face to Face Your Good and Hopes lyes in your Gold 40. Short-sighted Fools can your base Coin Corrupt that God who Kings protects Or suffer you to break that Line Which he hath made and still directs 41. 'T is not to cast down Popery But by your counterfeited Zeal To raise New-Englands Anarchy Devolving to a Commonweal 42. Too long on Caterpillers I Digression make but now to Men Whose Honour in Antiquity Deserves to be reviv'd again 43. Religion early there embrac'd By Race of Kings Christians bold Brave men at Arms and not debas'd And now this Age revives the Old 44 Now Sweet blows the Northern Air Dispelling Mists and no Clouds there The Rebel Covenant washed fair No thoughts against an apparent Heir 45. Brave Scots go on a Braver man Ne're wanted yet Protection Than our Great Duke of York what can But This merit Oblivion All that is past of Guilty Fact Lies buried here in this one Act. 46. None live Unblemish'd or who not deceiv'd Who ever Trusts unhappily May err If none must be believ'd We must forsake Society 47. Frailties to all men are allow'd We Plume not here on Angels Wings The weak or fearful in a Cloud Cannot distinguish best of Things 48. Repentance wipes out blackest Spots If ye relapse y' are sick to death Be henceforth call'd the Convert-Scots This Covenant sign now with your Breath 49. A Glorious occasion now Courts ye with opportunity Let after-ages say of You When all men fail'd us You stood by 50. Your King your Country all their Friends Now need your Duty and your Love Bravely appear and make amends Let 's Hand in Hand together move 51. Down with your Kirk-Roost Curb them so They cannot hurt take Sword in Hand Defend your King from In-bred Foe And York conduct you in Command 52. The Law of Nature binds Mankind And that Religion is so true To give and take with equal mind To God and Caesar what is due 53. Rouse then Brave men let the World see What you dare do for Royal Blood Your Lives and Country are not free ' Less you maintain Monarchy Good 54. But if ye fail all Good mens Curse On you and your Posterity May ye be Slaves and what is worse Beg Bread of your Presbytery A Postscript upon the D. of York's Return to Scotland NOw York again Shines in our Sphere A constant Day-light true born Son Which doth forebode a Happy Year Now finish what you have begun 2. If your wild Spirit is possest With Hellish Principles Rebel And against Legal Power protest Send them the shortest way to Hell 3. For speedy Justice in a Storm And Mutiny more Souls doth Save Then slow Proceeding by Laws Form Lost time a Master 's made a Slave 4. Examples made to terrifie Makes men consider what they do where no Reprieve is but must Die Men are unapt t' engage that Foe 5. Let your Great Council make an Act And by that Act all Subjects Bind To take an Oath or else be Rackt Till the Succession they have Sign'd 6. Our Lofty Shrubs rais'd by the King That on his Seat Justice Out-face Must tumble down that no such thing Be ever nam'd but with Disgrace 7. Ingrateful Brutes baser than Slaves The fallen Angels is your sin Who for your Makers do dig Graves But in those Pits your selves fall in 8. Foolish Achitophels his Fate Follows your Steps and you must Die For the same Cause and at the Gate Where Treason 's joyn'd with Perjury 9. The Protestant Religion Is the false cry and common
still in Peace But I suppos'd you waited for your Prey And therefore Amsterdam'd in his way Pl. Pox on your Zeal you did it for your Fare Could'st think I want Incendiaries here Ch. No no Sir I have Passengers enough That spoke their Places and gave Earnest too And though y 'had Boute â—eu's enough before Yet such as This ne're touch'd th' Infernal Shore Scilla Sejarus Cataline and Noll Must give our Politician the Wall They cruel wretches sought Imperial sway Py Fire and Slaughter ours a milder way They fought e'ne like your Furies for a Crown He by Petitions softly bowls it down Kings may be fell'd and never hurt a Limb And Pluto's self fall gently under him But Sir you 're safe for e're he came at Styx He drew and rack'd off all his Politicks â—l I can't tell that Coopers are cunning blades We Devils scarce can dive into their Trades The Lees of one rich Pipe may ferment more And I am plaguy loath to lose my Power Ch. Fy â—luto y' are too jealous of your Peeâ— He that hath been your Drudge this 50 year If you begin to slight old Servants thus 'T will be a great Discouragement to Us. â—l Why didst not take Elizium in thy way Ch. Why Sir the Keeper feign'd he 'd lost his Key And would not slip the Lock for all my Pray'rs I touch'd besides at Purgatory Stairs The Trimmers office as some term it well Because it squints both toward Heav'n and Hell But 't would not do Pl. No what could they object He seems the very Founder of the Sect. Ch 'T is true but they urg'd 't was like an Inn Where Folks a while were baited for their Sin Then like cur'd Lunaticks turn'd out again And they alledg'd my Charge was past all cure And nothing in the world was e're said truer For 't is not all the Saints in Heav'n and Earth Were he once in could ever pray him forth Pl. Well Charon I forgive thee for I see Thou speak'st both for thy Client and thy Fee But how stand Causes on the British Shoar Since they have lost the Bawble they adore Cha. Why they resent it in a various way And some there are who do not stick to say That the Elm-board foregroan'd this fatal day That th' Albion Rocks relent and change their hue And eve'n Tyburn puts on Mourning too Your dear Friend Titus cloaths himself in Crape Masculine Titus your out-doing Ape Who 's got above the Dispensation of a feeble Rape Other 's there are who are not troubled much But rather seem beholding to the Dutch For this one kindness they to Britain do Commutes for Chattam and Amâ—â—â—na too The Country-mans Complaint and Advice to the KING WE only can admire those happy times Of Innocence unskill'd in Laws Crimes When Gods were known by Blessings own'd by Prayer And 't was no part of Worship for to Swear Clearer than Fountains and more free than those Impartial Truth they all to each disclose To hear and to believe were strictly joyn'd And Speech thus answer'd what it first design'd But Oh unhappy State of Humane kind Nought dreadful now our Awe or Faith can bind Vows and Religions are but bare pretence Oaths are found out to shackle Innocence And Laws must serve a Perjur'd Impudence Tumults address for Blood Witness for Hire deceives And Judge is forc'd to Sentence what he ne're believes All Truth and Justice blushingly withdraw Leaving us nothing but the Form of Law Whereby Rogues profligate and hardned in their Vice Proscribe all Loyal men as Factions raise their Poor Land whose Folly to swift Ruine tends Despis'd by Foes un-aided by its Friends In vain does Heaven her Fiery Comets light We stifle th'Evidence and still grope in night Baffled by Fools betray'd by perjur'd Knaves Rather than Subjects we 'll be branded Slaves And by a vain pursuit of airy Bliss Forfeit substantial real Happiness Change Monarchy from all Oppression free Religion and its Native Purity True Freedom without lawless Liberty For thousand Masters worst of Tyranny For frantick Zeal formal Hypocrisie For Licence to rude rabbles Hell and Slavery And all this wrought by old known Cheats and Rooks Gods to be twice Cajol'd by Cants and Looks Soâ—s worse than Brutes to run into that Net We see and know for our destruction set To the KING A Rise O thou once Mighty Charles arise Dispel those mists that could thy piercing Eyes Read o're thy Martyr'd Father's Tragick Story Learn by his Murder different wayes to glory How fatal 't is by Him is understood To yield to Subjects when they thirst for Blood And cloak their black Designs with Publick Good As thou art God-like by thy Pity show That thou art God-like by thy Justice too Lest we should count thy greatest Vertue Vice And call thy Mercy servile Cowardise Of old when daring Giants skal'd the Skie The King of Gods neâ—e laid hâ—s Thunder by To hear Addresses for their Property But quell'd His Rebels by a stroke Divine And left example how to deal with Thine Advice to the CARVER BRing me a Man with animating Stroaks Whose pregnant Steel gives Life to formless Rocks Stone now must speak since humane Race is grown In Heart and Brain more dull and hard than Stone Carver thou must erect with learned Toyl To Truth and Innocence a sacred Pile Marble and Brass are Elements too frail From Age to Age these Records to entail Some harder Mettal should imploy thy Art Than Pharaoh's or our Judges stony Heart From the deep Quarries of Immortal Truth Digg out Materials to out-live the Tooth Of eating Fame and gnawing Calumny Whilst Envy and her Snakes drop off and dye And raise our Heroe's Monumental Shrine When Earth and Stars give off to shine Which the last Fire may burnish and refine First Carver Let thy speaking Marble tell How the dire Monster Perjury from Hell When first he rais'd his Head and saw our Light Nature gave back and trembled at the sight Comets his Eyes Curl'd Adders were his Hair Nothing of Poyson can with Theirs compare Couch'd in his Lips a Brood of Aspicks lay To all his Words their Venom these convey His Tongue 's a Two-edg'd Sword in Lawyers hand Whose double stroak no Innocence can stand His Hands are gor'd in Blood like Vulture's Claws The Engines of his Murders are the Laws A Holy Justice vindicate thy Cause No longer let this Monster Triumph thus And make thy Sacred Courts his Slaughter-house A Belt he wore on which the Imbroiderer wrote The History of the Hellish Popish Plot A Bunch of Snakes made up the Shoulder Knot At his Belts end a mighty Budget hung Where Narratives and Informations throng Letters Commissions Infinite were there Were there for no where else did they appear All stuft with Treasons of the largest Size Armies to raise and in Rebellion rise â—iâ—y and â—eet to burn destroy the KING Under a â—orrâ—ign Yoak our Land to bring These Poysoned Arrows
Flame Which Millions now do seek in vain Eternal Penance now 's thy Fate For having wept and sigh'd too late That short remorse that thou didst flie Is chang'd into Eternity Neglected Mercy hath no room When Justice once has fixt his Doom Prevent them timely by thy Care That endless Penance of Despair Then weep betimes your Tears here may Turn Night into Eternal Day It 's only they have power to move And turn God's Blessing into Love If by the Virtue of his Grace Thou shewest them a proper place Which grant we may for Christ's sake Majesty in Misery Or an Imploration to the KING of Kings Written by His late Majesty King CHARLES the First in his durance at Carisbroke Castle 1648. GReat Monarch of the World from whose Arm springs The Potency and Power of Kings Record the Royal Woe My Sufferings And teach my Tongue that ever did confine Its Faculties in Truth 's Seraphick Line To track the Treasons of Thy Foes and Mine Nature and Law by Thy Divine Decree The only Work of Righteous Loyalty With this dim Diadem invested Me. With it the sacred Scepter purple Robe Thy holy Unction and the Royal Globe Yet I am levell'd with the Life of Job The fiercest Furies that do daily tread Vpon My Grief My Gray Discrowned Head Are those that owe My Bounty for their Bread They raise a War and Christen It the CAUSE Whilst Sacrilegious Persons have Applause Plunder and Murther are the Kingdom 's Laws Tyranny bears the Title of Taxation Revenge and Robery are Reformation Oppression gains the name of Sequestration My Loyal Subject who in this bad Season Attended me by the Law of God and Reason They dare Impeach and punish for High-Treason Next at the Clergy do their Furies frown Pious Episcopacy must go down They will destroy the Crozier and the Crown Church-men are chain'd and Schismaticks are freed Mechanicks preach and Holy Fathers bleed The Crown is crucified with the Creed The Church of England does all Faction foster The Pulpit is usurpt by each Imposter Ex tempore excludes the Pater Noster The Presbyter and Independent's Seed Springs from broad blades to make Religion bleed Herod and Pontius Pilate are agreed The Corner Stone 's misplac'd by every Pavier With such a bloody Method and Behaviour Their Ancestors did crucifie our Saviour My Royal Consort from whose Fruitful Womb So many Princes legally have come Is forc'd in Pilgrimage to seek a Tomb. Great Britain's Heir is forced into France Whilst on his Father's Head his Foes advance Poor Child He weeps out his Inheritance With My own Power My Majesty they wound In the King's Name the King Himself 's uncrownd So doth the Dust destroy the Diamond With Propositions daily they inchant My Peoples Ears such as due Reason daunt And the Almighty will not let Me grant They promise to erect My Royal Stem To make Me Great â— ' advance my Diadem If I will first fall down and Worship Them But for Refusal they devour My Thrones Distress My Children and destroy My Bones I fear they 'll force Me to make Bread of Stones My Life they prize at such a slender Rate That in My Absence they draw Bills of Hate To prove the KING a Traitor to the State Felons attain more Priviledge than I They are allow'd to Answer e'er they dye 'T is Death to Me to ask the Reason why But Sacred Saviour with Thy Words I woo Thee to forgive and not be bitter to Such as Thou know'st do not know what they do For since they from the LORD are so disjoynted As to contemn the Edict He appointed How can they prize the Power of his Anointed Augment My Patience nullifie My Hate Preserve My Issue and inspire My Mate Yet though We perish bless this Church and State Vota dabunt quae Bella negarunt Interrogatories Or a Dialogue between WHIG and TORY Whig WHat is term'd Popery Tory. To Depose a King W. What 's true Presbytery T. To Act the Thing W. What 's our best way to thorough Reformation T. By Lies and Fables to embroil the Nation W. Of Sin what 's greatest T. Perjury W. What then of Perjuries the worst T. By Hired Men. W. What Hired Perjury doth God most abhorr T. That which Religion feigns pretences for W. When doth this Crime portend a Kingdom 's â—all T. When countenanc'd 't is Epidemical W. What follows from degrading a Successor T. A Right of next Dethroning a Possessor W. When shall free Subjects be no more opprest T. When once they know what 't is they'd have redrest W. When shall sweet Concord our lost Peace repair T. When Covenant agrees with Common Prayer W. When shall the Brethren cease to groan T. When Eighty Two returns to Forty One W. Of all Mankind what 's the most Injur'd thing T. T is a French Subject or God save King On the Relief of Vienna a Hymn for the True-Protestants REnown'd be Christian Arm The Turkish Whigs be damn'd And lousie Holwel in their Head Who our blue Saints has shamm'd II. These are your precious Rogues Rather than not Rebel Against their Lawful Prince and God They 'l joyn the Devil of Hell III. These are your True-blue-men Who Persecution cry When They with Julian their old Friend The Christian God defie IV. But he has found an Arm To do the Royal Work And vindicate Himself against True-Protestant and Turk V. 'T was a true Christian Prince That made him know His pleasure And taught the Villains what is due Both to their GOD and CESAR VI. God bless our good King CHARLES And JAMES His own dear Brother And may they both live long live long To Sucour one another VII God bless the King of Poland too And every Christian KING The Name is sacred Hang the Dogs Who do not love the Thing A Narrative of the Popish Plot shewing the cunning Contrivance thereof The Contents of the First Part. How Sir Godfrey is kill'd his Body they hide Which brought out in Chair a Horseback does ride How Jesuits disguis'd our Houses do fire How subtly they Plot the King's death conspire Of divers great Lords drawn in to their Bane An Irish Army and Pilgrims from Spain I. GOod People I pray give ear unto me A Story so strange you have never been told How the Jesuit Devil and Pope did agree Our State to destroy and Religion so old To murder our King A most horrible thing But first of Sir Godfrey of his Death I must sing For how e'er they disguis'd we plainly can see Who murder'd that Knight no good Christian cou'd be The truth of my story if any man doubt W'have witnesses ready to swear it all out II. At Somerset-house there is plain to be seen A Gate which will lead you into the back-Court This place for the Murder most fitting did seem For thither much People be freely resort His Body they toss'd From Pillar to Post And shifted so often t 'had like t'
1680. GO Best in all that 's good We cannot bear The Radiant Lustre of thy Virtues here Owls hate the Sun Dark Deeds abhor the Light Ills appear worse still by their Opposite Obey thy Heavenly in thy Earthly King Confound thine Enemies by Suffering O'recome by Good Let Furious Factions see Thine's Peace when their Religion's Cruelty Go Prince Couragious Prince Our Champion may Great Britains Guardian Angel lead thy way May the cold Hemisphere Thou go'st to Grace Receive new warmth and vigour from thy Face May all that 's Happy thy Companion be Till Heaven bring Thee to Us or Us to Thee Go Prince Great Britain's Genius with his Train Guard thee to Scotland Bring Thee safe again That like Great Constantine Thy glorious days May Crown thy Sufferings with Immortal Bays And as His Zeal the mis-led World did bring To Love and Honour their Celestial King So may thy Zeal move this misguided Nation To follow Thee in Loyal Reputation In being Just and Faithful to their King And all with one accord aloud shall Sing Long live Great Charles our Nations Joy And all Men sing Vive Le Roy. The DUKE's Welcom from Scotland to London ART come Sweet Prince Wil t ' once more daign to chear With Thy Bright Beams our drooping Hemisphere Can nothing check thy Love suppress thy Flame Still England's Guardian Angel Still the same Redoubled wrongs on Thee the Crown and State Can only move Thy Pity not Thy Hate Who Good for Evil dost Retaliate Thy tender Heart and soft-loves conquer'd Will Plead this though bad This is thy Country still Relaps'd into Her former Agony Gasping Britannia seeks relief from Thee Scotland that once contagious Vip'rous Land Doth now our Envy and Example stand Charm'd by thy prudent Head and gentle hand Under his Vine each chearful Swain doth sit The Serpent's crush'd that once demolish'd it Where Hemlock Wormwood Tares and Weeds did grow Now in full plenty Milk Honey flow Thrice Happy Landâ— May our invenom'd Sense With Treasons Poyson feel the Influence Of this all-healing Planet May we see All Hearts and Hands conjoyn'd in Loyalty May all Associating Traitors know Divinity dwells on a Soveraign Brow May those ungrateful Wretches who Contemn Mercy find Justice in the Diadem Great York in all things Great Great in Renown Great in Succession's Right to Englands Crown Great in thy Conduct Great in Peace and War Great in thy Birth In Virtue Greater far But above all Great in this Mighty thing In thy firm Love and Duty to the KING Welcom Sweet Prince Let sober Healths go round And all but Regicides thy Praise resound An Heroick Poem on Her Highness the Lady ANN's Voyage into Scotland With a little Digression upon the Times INgrateful England curst to that Degre Fam'd for Rebellion and Inconstancy All thy Possessions and Enjoyments spring From Monarch's Cares yet thou 'lt obey no King To whose vain Humour Nothing is Delight Nor Rain nor Sun-shine e'er can happen right False and unworthy to obtain alone The greatest Blessing of the mildest Throne Yet being richer than I can express Art justly punisht with Unhappiness What thou art envy'd for and all adore Thou throw'st away and to thy self art poor And like the Miser that abounds in Bags Wallow'st in Wealth yet lov'st to go in Rags The stubborn Jews their Monarchs still ador'd They begg'd a King and then obey'd their Lord But stiff-Neck'd England just from Slavery sav'd Forgets and longs again to be enslav'd Can Rebels ever be with Scepters aw'd Rebels that once did sacrifice their God True Heirs in Malice to the Fiends of Hell which first they practic'd when from heav'n they fell And ever since taught Traytors to rebel And now lest they should fail to reach him there They stab him in his own Vice-gerent here For tho' they do it through a Monarchs Name The Majesty of Heaven is still their Aim Is it thy Nature or thy Planet's spite Still to what 's present to be opposite Wretched be then with vain Mistrust and Fear Banisht the sight of the most God-like Pair And the bright Daughter of his Highness here The Winds and Seas will far more faithful be And Rocks and Quick-sands teach Men Loyalty Old Albany they now alone shall grace Scotland whence sprung th' Imperial Stewarts Race Scotland that boasts a mighty Duke and Name Further than Parthia great Arsaces Fame PRepare you Heavens disclose your brightest Ray All Day your Marble Night your Milkie Way Vrania comes the Goddess of our Isle Vrania that makes every Creature Smile All they were born for and can wish for here Is but to bless her and be blest by Her Ten thousand Cupids guard her as she rides And of her golden Bark surround the sides Whilst Others fly aloft with Songs and strow Such Flow'rs as on the Beds of Eden grow For want of winds with wings supply soft gales And with gay Plumes deck all her Virgin Sails Ye frightful Storms retreat into your Cave Nor leave the Ocean wrinkl'd with a wave There whilst she Sails intombâ—d in â—ollow Earth Lie fetter'd close and groâ—â— for want of Birth And Heav'n and Seas strive to be most serene The Azure Blew with the smooth glassy Green You Sea-Gods and you Nymphs prepare to try Your skills and with a Mask delight her Eye First let the Sun send forth such kindly Heats As Winter's shine or Summer when it sets No Icy Cloudy nor no Soultry Day But all like Morning and those Mornings May Then gentle Zephyr unlock all thy store And send soft Breezes from the Western Shore Such as Arabia â—elix has refin'd With Trees of Spice fanning the precious wind But just so much as she in State may glide And safe in her Neptunian Chariot ride Then thou Green God shalt wait on her above As on Jove's Daughter and the Queen of Love Let thy shrill Trumpeters the Tritons blow And summon all the watry Pow'rs below The Nayades and Nereids to appear Let all the Subjects of the Flood draw near Fair Cytheraea and her Waiters Call And Sea Nymphs to adorn this Ocean's Ball Then let the lovely Mermaids come in Place Each Mermaid that so doats upon her Face Till they shall see how far above their own Vrania's is and throw their Classes down The lesser Fry in Shoals before shall run Like Clouds of Insects gather'd by the Sun And nimble Dolphins wantonly shall play And hunt the Plain like Spanniels in her way Next let the great Leviathans resort And not forget â—o make the Princess Sport But at a harmless distance head the Train And from their mighty Engines spout forth 〈◊〉 Thus in such awful Manner let it be That wondring Angels may look down to see And make the Show more full of Majesty Thou Nereus do this mighty Task with Care As much as was in Noah's Ark is here For since that Patrierch when the world was drown'd The like was never in one Vessel found Her