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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

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. LONDON Printed and are to be sold by Francis Grove Stationer on Snow-hill and by Francis Mawborn Stationer in York 1662. Courteous Reader IT would be too much of injury to thee to detain thee any time with a tedious Epistle and to avoid that I only in short give thee this account that the Book thou art now about to engage thy pains in if thou dost not read it too slightly over will not fail thee as some do that are larger in the first page than in all the rest that follow but fully answer all thy expectations that take their rise from thy view of the Frontispiece Thus I leave it to thy judgment which I hope will neither be severe nor rash and I doubt not but after a serious perlection thou wilt conclude it a friendly part done of him that brought the Poeme to the Press which above this twenty years hath been kept close prisoner in his dead Master's Closet and seems to be antienter in its date than the first Scotish Expedition and perhaps after thou hast weighed all its particulars thou wilt be as great an Admirer of it as he that commends it to thee Farewel Upon that excellent Poeme of Mr. George May called The White-powder Plot discovered WEre 't not a sin both against Heaven and Thee To wish Thee back from thy Eternity How earnest should I be that Earth again Were enrich'd with thy presence But in vain Are all such thoughts it is enough that we Have any thing that did belong to thee Thy Book these many years since thou didst die Has Cloyster'd up it self from every eye Like a Close Mourner Nay a man may say It Buried was like Thee from sight or day And so had laid but that a Happy Fate Attends the Presse and those to it relate Thus and no other way it comes to be Extant with us and risen before thee A. B. Upon that most Ingenious Poeme of Mr. George May called The White-powder Plot. I Now believe a Transmigration Of Souls is no such fond opinion Since did not thy foreseeing one inherit Some old Sybillas strange Prophetick Spirit It were not possible thou should'st so well The King and Kingdoms Fortune thus foretell Or sing in lofty numbers Englands fate Which thou so long before didst antidate Such is thy Method such thy History So clear thy Vein so smooth thy Poetry So strangely taking that it would require The ripest Judgment which most do admire Prophetick raptur'd Soul was I possest With the least spark which did inspire thy breast I 'd write thy Praises in a strain as high As is thy much admired Prophecy Nay I 'd turn Prophet too and boldly say None ever was or will be match with May. A. C. On the posthumous Prophetical Poeme of Mr. George May called The White-powder Plot discovered HAd I faculty for Verse I would employ't to grace thy Hearse With Elegies ' cause Thou didst die So soon cut off by Destiny And that thy Book came forth so late Which might have sav'd both King and State But O alas Thy hour was come Through our irrevocable doom Not thine own fate Thy Book conceal'd That Wrath on Sin may be reveal'd What Dress O May can suit thy worth 'T is thine own Flowers sets thee forth I would be glad to live and see What 's yet behind foretold by Thee For thy sake I could wish St. George's day Henceforth translated to the Month of May. A. D. To his BOOK MY little Book if any chance to bring Thee to the hands of Charls my Soveraign King Present my bounden Love and Loyalty And faithful Service to his Majesty Tell him that Men run mad beware to trust For not a Man amongst a thousand 's just The Dev'l's unloos'd from his inchained Den And reigns and rages in the hearts of Men Sin strives with Virtue gets the upper hand And makes Gods Vengeance scourge this Sinful Land The Devil's Motto is of great and small Imbrac'd Each for himself and God for all The time has been when men would spend their Blood And sacrifize themselves for Soveraigns good The time is now O happy time to reign When King love's People People him again They are his Members he their Royal Head How could they thrive if he were sick or dead Oh then endeavour both with foot and hand To underprop this Head of British Land But now alas both hands and feet are lame Some both in Court and Country are too blame In many things which would amended be If that his eyes were ope that he might see But they disable Eye and Hand and Ear That he should neither See nor Feel nor Hear They know his Justice and they fear his Rod As guilty Conscience fears the Wrath of God What Joseph now doth neer the King remain That foresees Famine and provides for Grain For to relieve their King and Countries want When Victuals fail or Money waxeth scant I may with David restifie ther 's none In all the Court or Country scarcely one That seeks for to advance their Prince's store Unless they pluck it from the backs o' th' Poor Poor Souls they want yet do not murmur much Because their true Religion makes them such But if in Popish times such things had been You should have many change of colours seen But God be blest Religion doth advance Our dayes above those times of Ignorance We do adore our Kings as Gods for we Know God commands on Earth it so should be And pray that God may so our Souls reward As Kings may safely walk without a Guard But I am sure his Royal ears would itch If he should hear how the o'r-ruling Rich Oppress the Poor and like self-loving Elves Care not who weep so they may laugh themselves When as his Majesty well understands That a small number of some Rich Mens hands Cannot so much unto his profit prove As the enjoyment of his Commons Love Yet easy 't were to speak 't I dare be bold To furnish him with weighty sums of Gold By lawful means and fill his Chests with store And yet not take one Farthing from the Poor Nor wrong one Subject If his Grace did know it And I perswade my self that I could show it Yet tell that true Catholick Faith 's Protector Thy Master is no common base Projector Nor aims at his peculiar private gain For he esteems all fading pelf but vain Desires no superfluous Wealth or Meat But cloaths for warmness wholesome cates to eat And only wishes