charg'd â—y Bolder Foes my sorrows are enlarg'd 〈◊〉 hellish Tribe from black Avernus flew â—hat Bloodhound-like me and my Lambs pursue Lord JESUS come O let my Cries invoke Thy sacred Presence to divert the stroke Are all my Friends withdrawn what is there non Steps in to ease me of my grievous moan Sion's Friend WHat doleful noise salutes my wondring Ear What grief-expressing Note is that I hear Methinks the Accent of this Dismal Cry Bespeaks some one in great extremity The shrilness of the mournful Voice bespeaks A Womans loud and unregarded shrieks The more her deep and piercing sobs I heed The more my Heart in sympathy does bleed Ah! who can find her out who can make known The Author of this Heart-relenting Moan Doubtless though Grief now seizes thous upon her She is a Lady of high Birth and Honour Of Royal Stem extracted from Above Nurs'd in the Chambers of the Fathers Love Espoused to a most Illustrious Prince Who over all has Just Preheminence Monarch of Monarchs Sion Is it Thou O mourn my soul O let my Spirit bow Let all that love the Bridegroom sigh for grief For Sion weeps as one past all Relief But why O Sion since thâ— art belov'd Of Heavens Supream art thou so sadly mov'd Thy Arms expanded thus implore the Skies Thy streaming Rivulets flow from thine eies â—â—is makes me wonder Sion MY forlorn Estate 〈◊〉 poor unpitty'd mean and desolate â—ong have wander'd in the Wilderness â—volv'd in trouble kept in sore Distress 〈◊〉 Caves absconding from the horrid Rage â—f Savage Beasts until this later Age 〈◊〉 made Attempts to look a little Out â—he Monster spy'd me and does search about â—he Roaring Bloud-Hounds greedy on the scent â—o kill or drive me back again are bent â—o Interval of Peace no Rest they give â—â—onounce me cursed and not fit to live 〈◊〉 Dragon fell combined with the Beast â—o gore my Sides and spoil my Interest â—h ' old Lion Lionness and Lions Whelp â—ith dreadful Jaws the other Beasts do help â—â—gs Bulls and Foxes Bears and Wolves agree â—o rend to tear and make a spoil of me â—hat have been so delicately bred 〈◊〉 Children at a Royal Table fed â—n how expos'd to the Infernal Spite 〈◊〉 such as do in Fire and Blood delight â—ots hatch'd in Hell and Rome that black design 〈…〉 a Monarch and to undermine Our Ancient Laws subvert Religion and Bow England's Neck to Antichrists command Were but Preludiums to that dismal Vrn As martyr'd heaps in flaming Smithfield burn Design'd for Protestants and all the Rest Who hate Romes Idol th' Image of the Beast I am the Mark the Monsters aim at All Their grand designs were to contrive my fall If Friends or others any Favours show They straight conspire to work their Overthrow Ah vile Conspiracy Ah cursed PLOT So deeply laid How canst thou be Forgot Hells grand Intreagues ne'er introduc'd a Brat Into the World so horrible as that Since Rome the western cheated Monarchs rid A Rampant WHORE the horned Beast bestrid Disgorging Plots employing hellish Actors May all our Off-spring Exeerate such Factors Sion forlorn How very few regard Thy cries tears mens hearts are grown so hard In Restless Hurries tost with every wind No Ease no Peace no Comfort can I find The horrid Aspect of these Monsters do Affright my Children some they worry too On Some they seiz like greedy Beasts of prey And to their Dens the Sacrifice convey Renowned GODFREY whose immortal glory Mastyr'd for me shall ever live in Story Let every Loyal Eye that sees it there Yield to his Name the Tribute of a Tour. Brave Soul Thy Love and Loyalty do claim That King and People should proclaim thy Name As England's Victim ne'er to be forgot Fast'ning on Rome an everlasting Blot The Great Jehovah who is onely Wise Permits thy Fall as a sweet Sacrifice Thy Barb'rous Murder has made clearly out That Plot which none but Infidels can doubt Those bloody Varlets black Assassinates Curs'd Executioners of Rome's Debates Drunk with Infernal Cruelty made Thee A Specimen of England's Tragedy By Thee we learn what Courtesie to hope From Romish Butchers Vassals to the Pope Thou led'st the Van first fell into the Trap From whence they say no Protestant shall ' scape Pure Innocence Trapann'd amongst them came Without suspicion like a harmless Lamb Whilst they like hungry Tygers ready stood T'embrue their Tallons in thy guiltless Blood Thou little thought'st such an Infernal Snare Had been thus laid to trap Thee unaware 'T is strange say some what Reason should engage Them to make Thee the Object of their Rage The Cause was thus The Babylonish Whore Big with a Bastard long'd as heretofore 〈◊〉 Christian Blood her Favourites made haste â—a her great need to help her to a Taste Of choicest Liquors this she calls the first To chear her linking heart and quench her thirst Fearing Miscarriage when her Spirits faint She drinks the hearts Blood of some Martyr'd Saint Then Horse-leech more insatiable she cries Give give me that or nothing will suffice My Craving Paunch my pleasure must be done This Heretick was a Pragmatick One He knew my Secret Clubs and would Reveal My Tragick Plots We must prevent his Zeal We 'll Strangle Him before He gives a glimpse Of our Designs or Countermines our Imps. Ah Brutish Whore of Cannibals the worse This bloody Draught has brought an endless Curse On thee And lasting Calendars we see Records this Instance of thy Cruelty This Loyal Knight ne'er injur'd you but stood Discharging Justice for his Countreys Good Will nought but Blood of Protestants give ease Or quench your thirst What mischievous Disease Infects your Bowels Must your Chruches Food Be flesh of Saints Your mornings-draught their blood Fellonious Strumpet Must you be so bold To steal by night into your Neighbours Fold Seiz on my Lambs Thy Theft and Cruelty As well as Murder shall revenged be But since He 's gone and Justice does pursue With eager steps th' Assassinating Crew We 'll acquiesce For Heaven seems to call For Tears Cessation at his Funeral Let Christians offer through the Universe Whole Hâ—catombs upon his bleeding Herse And could their Tears increase into a Flood 'T were no excess So much I prize his Blood But other grounds of Grief are in mine Eye Which cause my Sorrows to advance so high That my o'er-burthen'd Heart can scarce express The nature of my Inward Heaviness Sion's Friend SIon Thy sad and bitter Lamentation Does move my very Soul unto Compassion But say what Cause does aggravate your Fears And thus provokes to further Cries and Tears Sion IF that my Head were Waters and each Eye A brim-full Fountain I could drein 'em dry I 'm steep'd in brackissh Floods nay almost drownd To see how Sin does ev'ry where abound Where e'er I am I nought can see or hear But that which doth my Soul in pieces tear It breaks my heart that England thus should
could not receive My Children brought forth in the latter days Shall do great matters to Jehovah's praise I see some good men do desire to know The time when they this Whore shall overthrow I cannot blame them for this very thing To the whole World it will much glory bring Then shall the Gospel through the Earth be spread And Men instead of Husks shall feed on Bread God's Worship shall its freedom then enjoy Rome's Locust then shall you no more annoy There shall be then a wonderful increase Of Sion's glory and of Israel's peace Then shall my Children in sweet consort sing Anthems of joy to the Eternal King No names then of distinction more shall be But speak one Language all they shall agree In peace and Oneness and blest Harmony But to reply to what you have requir'd At present you must keep your selves retir'd Make no attempts untill the Lord on high Does give you strength this Babel to defie You now do seem to lie as persons dead As being unable to erect your head But then you shall appear to be alive The Spirit of the Lord shall you revive God hath I know set down the time exact When hee 'l begin this strange and dreadful Act To the confusion of your Enemies When God shall call his Witnesses to rise Then from the Heavens they shall hear a voice Which shall make all their Spirits to rejoyce Then shall they have so evident a call That they straight way shall on this Strumpet fall With patience therefore wait upon the Lord Until his saving strength he doth afford To him you are to make your supplication For from him only is my expctation O sigh with me and in your Spirits groan And send strong crys up to his gracious Throne Give him no rest till in those glorious days Of all the Earth I 'm made the only praise And I 'll lift up my voice to God on High And make my moan to him and thus will cry SIONS Prayer O Lord of Hosts consider my Estate Let me remain no longer desolate Have I not been most precious in thy sight O do not therefore my Petition slight O let thy Bowels to thy Children move In tender token of Parental love Shall Sion totter And the Beast grow steady In his proud Seat Hast thou not try'd already What some advantage or what Gospel good Is to be hop'd for from the wicked Brood Canst thou expect they 'l serve thee better Now Are they more like to bless the World below Then thy Poor Sion If their measures be Repleted brimful of Iniquity Then by just forfeiture their right is gon To Earthly Power and Dominion Will these thy saving Gospel Truths preserve Or in pure Worship at thine Altars serve Will these protect the Innocent and good And not provoke thee with their crying blood Will they make Judgment in right channels go Extirpate Vice Make Righteousness to flow Like mighty streams Are they in Covenant with Thee Or wert thou ever pleased to grant Them any Promises that they should wear The Sacred badges of thy Name And bear The Soveraign Rule Will Fathers and young men Within thy Church be priz'd and honor'd then Shall they not rather by their Barb'rous hands Be Butcher'd for obeying thy Commands Will not thy Childrens Souls in danger be Of swift Damnation by Rome's blasphemie If Laud on Earth and Praises will be given If Hallalujahs will be sung in Heaven To thy great Name for raising Babylon And bringing Sion to Destruction If then the Door of Grace be open'd more For Mens Salvation then it was before If Sinners access unto the blessed Jesus Be made more free if cure of Soul Diseases Be then more eafie then let Sion fall And Rome Usurp Dominion over all But if in sight of thine all-seeing Eye Their Monstrous Crimes are of so black a Dye If from their very Springing they have been The vilest Wretches and the worst of men If for the future they intend to be The Perpetrators of all Villany If their black sins of gross Idolatry Pride horrid Murthers and Adultry Mount up to Heavens great Imperial Throne If thy oppression makes thy Churches groan If they will burn thy Scriptures and suppress All Books that treat of Gospel Holiness If guiltless Souls of every Sex and Age Will be made Sacrifices to their Rage If they are Foes without thy Covenants If they will trample on thy precious Saints If they because thou didst not hear and save Thy praying Sion from a sinking Grave Deride thy Glory and blaspheme thy Name And put thy Faithful ones to open shame Deut. 32. 36. Then hear O Lord thou see'st my power is gone In thee I trust besides thee there is none That can thy Sion from her Foes deliver O draw some flaming Arrows from thy Quiver To quel the pride of this oppressing Crew Thy mighty Arm alone can them subdue On Thee I fix an absolute Reliance Do Thou but help I 'le bid them all defiance Hear and consider for thy Mercy sake On gasping Sion some compassion take I have been ransom'd with the precious Blood Of thy dear Son and fill'd with Heavenly Food O Lord I pray thy Churches sins forgive And in sweet concord let thy Children live Teach them true saving knowledge from thy word That they may worship Thee with one accord Thou canst the Prostrate raise and cure his wound For nothing difficult for Thee is found Thou knowest my grief O Lord incline thy Ear Revive my hope and chace away my fear In Achors Valley open thou a Door And make me sweetly sing as heretofore I pray Thee break the Bonds of my distress And lead me from this dolesome Wilderness O let me shine like Sols illustrate light And be 's an Army terrible in fight Pull off that Vail that does thy Sion cover Those clouds O scatter that I may discover What thou doest mean by this thy dispensation And what my work is in this Generation It s time for Thee to plead thy Peoples cause When wicked men make void thy righteous Laws Thou canst destroy them with their brimful Cup And lofty Cedars by the roots pull up But Lord remember for to spare thy Vine That spreading Plant which thou hast chosen thine Make that to flourish and be ever green And full of clusters as before 't has been From Egypt thou hast brought it heretofore From thence I pray deliver it once more Let thine hand plant it give it steadfast root That all the Land may Feast upon its Fruit O let its Cordial Juice the Nation fill And let its boughs o'reshadow ev'ry Hill From Sea to Sea do thou her branches send And her from all her Enemies defend Make up her Hedge her Fence be thou a Wall To keep her from the violence of all Rapacious Bears and from the greedy Boar that would destroy it and its fruit devour Lord from on high thy lovely Vine behold thin own Plantation valued more
by the Body and she joyned them fast again so that in one Hours space the Man became as lively as ever be had been in all his life St. Anthony's Arm that precious Relick at Geneva was kiss'd and worship'd with great Devotion whilst Popery kept its ground but when the Gospel came and the Relick was produced 't was found the Pisle of a Stag Calv. de reliq propinitium Possibly you may have heard of the Wonders that Relick had done and of St. Decumanus who carried his own Head after it was cut off to a Spring and there washed off the Bloud from it A Country Curate saith Erasmus getting Crabs and fastning Candles to their backs set them a crawling up and down the Church-Yard at Night and in the Morning after he had taken them in again persuaded the People that they were poor distressed Souls in Purgatory you must think such that wanted Masses and Almes saith my Author ye know the Proverb No Penny No Pater Noster a fit Miracle to pick the Peoples Pockets Lib. 22. Jo. Epist p. 1529. in Epist Edit Basil A Maid coming into a Garden and taa Lettice to eat it crusht the Devil between her Teeth in the Lettice and this poor Devil saith Du Moulin whom she belike swallowed down together with the Lettice being commanded to go out and checkt by Equitius excuseth himself saying Alas what hurt did I I was sitting quietly upon the Lettice and she came and bit me the fault was in her for not making the Sign of the Cross when she gathered the Lettice Moreover these ridiculous Impostors affirm that when the Body of Pope Formosus was carry'd into St. Peters Church all the Images of the Saints that stood there did him Obeysance but above all the Miracle of the ass that left his Provender to worship the Hoest seems most ridiculous to King James see his Apology c. Many of their pretended Miracles were wrought as Writers intimate about the 4 and 5 Century and were contrived to confirm the Popes Headship and Universal Supremacy together with their idle storys of Purgatory Images Praying for the Dead c. Those that would see more let them read Du Moulin also a late Book Intituled the Man of Sin The Tenth Mark HIs out Side 's smooth he 's garb'd in Sheeps array But in wardly a rav'nous Beast of Prey He has a Mouth a wherewith he speaks great things Blasphemes the glory of the King of Kings a And there was given unto him a Mouth speaking great things and Blasphâ—nys Rev. 13. 5. And he opened his Mouth against God to blaspheme his Name and Tabernacle and them that dwell in Heaven ver 6. He shall speak great words against the Most High Dan. 7. 25. This Mark of the Beast is apparently seen in the Pope in those Insolent and Blasphemous Titles he assumes to himself he is called Christs Vicar or his Viceroy and Lieutenant Bellarm. de Rom. lib. 2. cap. 31. Foundation Head and Husband to the Catholick Church Hid Holiness that can be judged by no Man though he draw an innumer able number to Hell who shall say to him what dost thou What would you think to hear him called The Lion of the Tribe of Judah the Root of David so Begnius one of his Bishops Courted Pope Leo the Tenth and thereupon bad the Daughter of Sion not to weep saying God had raised to her a Saviour See Council Later sub Leon 10. Sess 6. ap sur He is frequently called by those of the Romish Church Our Lord God the POPE Exter Joan. 22. Tit. 14. c. 4. And as touching his Blasphemies against those that dwell in Heaven to wit the Saints of God 't is evident that they are continually branded for Hereticks Schismaticks and what not The Eleventh Mark 'T is He that aims at th' utter Dissolution Of precious Saints by Bloudy Persecution That does pronounce no Christian fit to live Unless they do his Beastly Mark receive Forbids all Traffick none must sell or buy Except th' adorers of his Hierarchy This Mark the Pope doth in his Forehead bear Of which full proof is extant ev'ry where The Numbers he hath a murder'd do surmount The stricttest of Arithmeticks account They stain'd each Nation with a Crimson Floud And Swelling Current of my Childrens Bloud a He shall wear out the Saints of the Most High Dan. 7. and caused as many as would not worship the Image of the Beast should be killed Rev. 13. 5. We find upon Record That Pope Innocent the 3. within the space of a few Months made more then 200000 of the faithful to be slain who they called Albigeans he had made all Europe to stream with Bloud in St. Bartholomews Massacre in the Year 1572M more than 80000 were slain in cold bloud see Du Moulin p. 246. 247. The Duke de Alva sâ—ith he played the Butcher in Flanders and under the shew of Catholick Zeal slew Millions of People in recompence where of the Popesent hem a Holy Sword and Consecrated Gloves besides the infinite numbers slew in other places by Wars bloudy Massacres and otherwise of which you will hear more hereafter so that by this time sure all may conclude Antichrist is come and that this is he in whom all the Marks and Characters do so fully meet which the Holy Ghost hath given of him Sion's Sons THese Marks are so notorious that we can Say of the Romish Pope He is the Man For these Characteristicks truly are To him and only him peculiar This raging Monster is that Beast of Prey Shall we arise to take his Strength away That hath so long time tyrannized thus With Hellish Fury over thee and us Self-preservation is by every creature Esteem'd a Sacred Principle in Nature Each Free-born mind must at those Tyrants spurn That would infect their Souls their Bodies burn Why should this Beast still rage and domineer As he hath done without controul or fear Sion YOu are to wait for Gods great Dispensations At whose disposal is the fate of Nations His time is best and in due Season he Will bring this Beast to his Catastrophe He sits in Heaven and beholds with Scorn This Rebels Pride His glorious Son that 's born Heir of the World and Prince of Kingdoms too Shall surely Reign because it is his due For all to him the Soveraign Rule must yield He shall the Crown and Royal Scepter wield Nations shall serve him Kings that have abhor'd His Name shall pay him Homage as their Lord. To JESVS all shall bow he shall be King And to poor Sion shall Redemption bring Till this Beasts month and latest hour be spent No Humane Weapon can his Rage prevent To suffer Persecution I 'm appointed Till Instruments are chosen and anointed For my Deliverance your work 's to pray And be prepared for that blessed day When Babel falls and Sion is restor'd To height of favour with her Blessed Lord. The day approaches and if you would win Renown by