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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50352	The VVhite-Powder Plot discovered, or, A prophetical poeme wherein is most elegantly revealed the secret combination of Hell and Rome, against the interest of true religion, and more particularly against the late King of blessed memory, and kingdom of England. Written before the late unhappy wars broke forth, and too sadly verified in them, which yet the author scarce lived to see. Also a prophetical rapture concerning the future extent of this British Empire into Italy. By George May, gent.	May, George, gent.	1662 (1662)	Wing M1388A; ESTC R217747	25,879	52

in a Moment I could not espy A Creature left besides my Guide and I Which made me stand as one full sore amaz'd Or like a man beside his wits I gaz'd My Angel smiling said poor mortal wights How quickly are you daunted in your sprights Take courage man and bear a manly heart For I will set thee safe before we part Where first I found thee therefore let us haste For time is precious which we must not waste Then as we came without the Gates of Heaven There laid the heap of stones that brain'd St. Steven With many more But yet I marked one Had writ upon 't The Philosophers stone Which taking in my hand I did behold Said I is this the stone turns all to Gold It is said he How comes it then said I That mortal men do seek to come thereby By Chimistry whereas it onely lies Within this place and not below the skies Because they 're fools said he for none may come To purchase it although there have been some In former times which did obtain the same Philosophers of whom it bears the name But such they were as not the like is found These sinfull dayes to live upon the ground For ther 's no mortal can obtain this Stone Unless he be of Conversation one How they must be qualified that can obtain the Philosophers stone As will not put the same to any use Which may redound to Commonwealths abuse Nor to his profit must convert the same Either for lucre pleasure ease or Game Such as to no vain earthly thing is given Ort ' love the World or pleasure can be driven As will by no means bribes or gifts receive Although thereby the whole World he might have Nor will to any use imploy this Stone But for the Church and Commonwealth alone If thou do'st find thy self such one to be Take thou the Stone it doth belong to thee I must confess said I I much desire To have the same and did intend t' require It at thy hands but henceforth will not crave it Because I far unworthy am to have it So difficult a thing it seems to me That such a man upon the Earth should be Though I could all the rest yet could I scant Forbear to help my Wife or Child in want Nay that one may with safety do said he Or ought belongs to his necessity But any other way must not exceed Unless his Countrey or Religion bleed For want of help and in such case he may Unto his bounty give access and way And because I will thee some favour show A little taste thereof I will bestow Upon thee strait which I will cause thee drink Whereby thou shalt esteem thy self and think Thou art more happy by one Cup of Wine Than if the best Town on the Earth were thine This said he took the Stone into his hand And bruis'd a piece thereof as small as sand Then strait-way did appear a Cup of Wine To come in presence by his power Divine He cast the bruised Stone into the Cup And at one draught he made me drink it up What have I gain'd by this I know no more Said I by drinking this than heretofore Then mark said he when a Religious King Shall want supply of Gold for any thing VVhich tends to Countreys or Religions gain And knows not how such Treasure to obtain Unless he drain it from his Subjects backs VVho are o'r-burthened with Rents and Racks Do but thy mind to such a Prince unsold And every word thou speak'st shall turn to Gold So shalt thou cure thy Royal King of care And from poor Commons purchase many a prayer VVhen thou shalt multiply their Princes store Yet they nor theirs be burthened therefore In this case shall thy words onely prevail And turn to Gold but in all other fail I never shall make trial of this thing Nor come said I in presence of a King I lead my life within an obscure place And in the World have no great name or grace So once said he was Joseph in a pit Yet afterwards in higher place did sit In Pharaoh's Court the greatest in his Land And faithful prov'd in all he took in hand God alwaies works by Men of low degree And simple means that Men may know 't is he That acteth all can raise the lowly one As David from a Sheep-hook to a Throne But now remember where I first thee found And here I leave thee on the self-same ground Ponder these things and when thou findst them true Remember God and me And so Adieu VVith that I rouz'd my self but could espy No body in the place but God and I As goes the Proverb only there I found A Scrowl of written paper on the ground VVhich taking in my hand I did begin To read the same and found these words therein The Scrowl That thou must know thy foresaid Vision 's true These shall be signs and shortly shall ensue For thou shalt free thy native Common-wealth From begging Rogues and Theeves that live by stealth In driving Droans and sluggards from their hives And placing Bees of more laborious lives And by Heavens help within few years to come Shalt see thy King Monarch of Christendom VVith other things of excellence most rare VVhich I to thee hereafter will declare M. A. VVhich having read I blusht and lookt about me Fearing some man had writ the same to flout me But spying none I mus'd how this could be That such emploiments were reserv'd for me At which amaz'd I know not by what chance My Spirits failing I fell in a trance VVherein I thought unto me did appear A lovely VVight with grave and sober cheer St. Iohn's speech Mortal said he I charge thee to resort VVith all speed possible unto the Court And there declare unto Great Britains King That I have sent thee to declare this thing If he demand my name say it is John Who wrote the Book of Revelation Then tell him in the Numbers he may read Numb 24 v. 17. How that a Wizard Balaam prophesied Of Jesus Christ And likewise it appears How that one Merlin who liv'd many years Ago in Britain by some old Records Did prophesy in these or such like words A Prophecy of Merlins After the many irruptions in this Land By forein Kings yet let men understand The time shall come that in despight of them Our Kings shall wear Brute's antient Diadem If this be true as it appears no less How could a Witch or Devil better guess It is well known how that in time of old Brute as a Monarch did all Britain hold And that his seed and issue rul'd the same Until the Gospel into Britain came And was imbraced wholly through the Land So that Brute's Monarchy did thereby stand Not only having all one King alone But all consenting in Religion But Brute unto his children did divide His Monarchy which did not long abide After the Gospel flourisht for even then The

Devil envying th' happiness of Men Began to sow his Tares amongst this Corn So that Brute's children they begun to scorn Each others happiness and so brought in Strangers to Rule the punishment of Sin By which unlucky dismal fatal chance Came many Rulers and much Ignorance So that ten Kings at once did Scepters sway Ten Kings at once in Britain And true Religion dayly did decay Which God in Mercy minding to repair Hath molded for old Brute a son and heir Not only for to rule the Land alone But to establish true Religion But see the Devil hath even now begun To skreen the glory of this rising Sun Doubting that if this Monarch should have peace So that his Crown and Subjects should increase He would espy his own and by and by Advance his Horns against proud Italy Revel 17. v. 16. Of which by Brute he is undoubted heir K. Heir to Italy And plant Religion and Christ's Banners there Which to prevent the Dev'll has Treason sown Such in that Kingdom yet was never known The last he plotted they have not forgot Was that most horrible Black-powder Plot But that in competition cannot stand With this White-powder Plot that 's now in hand One Plot I rather fear I might say plots Besides that show of rising by the Scots Which I commend not but condemn for Hell Is the Ring-leader to all that rebel God laid them open in that Treason Black But White strikes dead and yet it gives no crack A White Powder plot more dangerous than the Black The Peoples love which is a Prince's heart The Devil seeks to hatred to convert The Devils policy The hand is lifted up to strike us down He comes full neer my head who hits my crown The Romanists him Governour admit But as for Head they 'l not acknowledg it Papists deny the King's supremacy And certainly Men will repute him dead Who wants a Heart or is without a Head But they that take the one half of his right Would also have the rest if that they might And when they see their time will have a cast To hazard all or else to throw their last Thus by degrees this Plot he doth contrive Because things rashly acted seldom thrive But works digested with a solid brain Are never impotent or prove in vain The Plot is Sable though the colour 's White Satan 's transformed to a Saint of light And if prevention do it not withstand The platform 's laid which will consume the Land Which God fore-seeing who doth all things see Hath sent me down to tell the same to thee Knowing thou art thy King and Countries Lover And therefore I here charge thee to discover The things intended that advice may blot This later as the former Powder-plot So that by stripping naked of the thing Thou shalt do service to thy Royal King Who if he look therein may well perceive How those Arch-Traitors who did prowdly heave His Fathers issue to have overthrown Were mild compar'd with this against his own For no such danger is in open Foes As seeming Friends who Plot our overthrows But God who alwaies stands his Servants friend Returns wrath on the Plotters in the end Who having plac'd his Love upon this Crown VVill never suffer Treason pull it down Until all be perform'd as he hath willed Revel 17. 16 17. And what I prophesied be fulfilled I John have spoken it say it was I VVho never spake or writ ought prov'd a ly St. Iohn's Speech ends VVith that unto my self I came again Much wondring at the wandring of my brain Casting about me many a meager look At last a Bible in my hand I took And found each word he said was very true In both the Testaments of old and new For in the Numbers I did find it there Ch. 24 17. Of Christ the VVizard Balaam did declare Which thus unto my self I did apply If Balaam of the King of Kings then why May not our Merlin as in other things Prophesie truly of our British Kings And since the preterperfect did not fail The future without question must prevail When it is seconded by such a one As the true Prophet Christ's beloved John And seeing we fore-see the Devil's Treason We should prove Fools and quite devoid of reason If we should marry eat and drink and stand Until this Deluge overflow our Land Or stand as Statues made of helpless Lead Until our fainting body lose her Head Which being lost by Treasons poison'd Dart What hope of Safety is left for the Heart Which to prevent Great Heroes lend a hand The Poet's zeal for his King and Country Grave Senators of this our fruitful Land Nay look Great Charls and tender thine own blood Whereon depends our safety and our good As Subjects without King are nothing then A King is King of nothing wanting Men. And as good lose a man as lose his heart Which guideth all and is the noblest part Me think I hear that Zedekiah swears 1 Kings 22. 24. He presently will have me by the ears As once he hit Micaiah on the cheek VVhen by good counsel he did truly seek To save his King from fore-seen death indeed VVhich he neglecting followed with speed And yet a poor Micaiah must not fear To speak the truth for a sound box o' th' ear Then Zoilus he steps in and thus doth say I must not speak of Scripture I am Lay And 't is not lawful for a Layman's tongue To speak of Scripture or ought doth belong To State occasions Zoilus hold thy prate Each Subject hath a property i' th' State And cursed be his tongue in hateful Hell VVho knows of Treason and yet-will not tell Or will not counsel give under controul For safety of his Princes life or soul Subjects are bound to speak in these cases Or doth esteem his own honour or wealth Before his Sovereigns safety and his health Though Haman hold his tongue and all conceal Good Mordecai will his plots reveal Esther 6. v. 2. But yet I hope our Caesar need not fear A Zedekiah or a Haman here VVhich if there be all loyal Subjects then Kneel down and wish them Haman's end Amen Si Deus nobiscum quis contra nos GEORGE MAY. FINIS A Dialogue between the Author and the World World WHo wrote this Book Au. A friend of mine a Poet. W. Oh then he 's poor A. Alas for wo I know it W. I care not for such men A. nor they for thee W. VVhy greatest Monarchs are in love with me For those I love I fill with wealth and store A. Yet wanting Virtue these but make them poor W. Nay wealth buyes all things A. wicked VVorld thou ly'st Thy Prince could not obtain of Jesus Christ The smallest bending of his humble knee For all the wealth and glory was in thee W. I speak of Earthly things and not of Heaven A. VVhose joy's on Earth of Heavenly joy 's bereaven W. I see thou art grown foolishly Divine A. Yea and therein more wise than thou or thine W. VVhy sayst thou so thou seest the Lawyers dare Not speake a word against me at the Bar Nor any one of ne'r so high degree The Pulpits dare not speak although they see I charge thee then obey at my command As thou dost look for favor at my hand A. Avant vain World I laugh in scorn thy solly Thy frenzy doth proceed from Melancholy VVhich doth distil from thy Earth-heavy brain Thou art half mad thy wits are in the wain They Leaden heels are nail'd to Earth below And higher things art not inur'd to know W. VVhat art thou not of Adam this my womb First gave him birth and afterwards a Tomb. A. Our Earths gross substance from thy womb we have But our best part shall never taste the Grave Th' art like the Apple given to work him evil A seeming Saint but Factor for the Devil W. VVhat was I not created before Man Declare those Attributes belongs me than A. God did create thee for the Creatures use And not to prostitute thee to abuse These are thy Attributes A Sea of Glass The worlds Attributes Pageant of fond delights Vanities Ass Labyrinth of Error Gulf of grief A Sty Of filthiness A Vale of misery A spectacle of wo River of tears A Cage of Scritch-owls Den of VVolves and Bears Whirl-wind of passions Cabbin of idleness A nest of Scorpions Deaths vast Wilderness A painted Comedy Delightsul madness Wher 's false delight but right assured sadness Uncertain pleasures Fleeting fickle Wealth Long heaviness Short-joy Unconstant health These are thy Epithetes he 's mad would have A Master to himself of such a Slave W. I 'm glad I know 't Thou shalt not have a bed Whereon to ly nor house to hide thy head Honour and Riches shall be none of thine Nor any thing that I can say is mine A. Thou art deceiv'd when thou hast done thy worst They shall be blest that are by thee accurst My Saviour said The Swallow hath a nest But not the Son of Man wherein to rest I care not for thy Riches or thy honor He 's mad so loves the World to dote upon her Love thou the Lord my Soul who sits above Thou shalt have Honour Riches Peace and Love Altiora peto Meliora spero Non est mortale quod opto G. M. FINIS