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A86261	November the 5. 1605. The quintessence of cruelty, or, master-peice of treachery, the Popish pouder-plot, invented by hellish-malice, prevented by heavenly-mercy. / Truly related, and from the Latine of the learned, religious, and reverend Dr. Herring, translated and very much dilated. By John Vicars.; Pietas pontificia. English.	Herring, Francis, d. 1628.; Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1641 (1641)	Wing H1602; Thomason E1100_1; ESTC R203901	60,311	138

battle fought And Caesar had bin slain past feare or doubt And with his life his Empire he had lost Each enterprize at first great pains doth cost Yea commonly great obstacles with-stand The noblest actions that we take in hand Life is resembled to a chance at Dice Where oft more 's wone at once than lost at thrice Though for the time the gamester suffers losse At last much coyn into his purse he 'll tosse Beleeve me noble Sirs Vertue best shines In troublesome and intricate designes The time requires bold-spirits plaisters strong Must cure the sore which cowardize did wrong Fortune 's a friend to the couragious wight Dastardly feare declares a pesant right What are we not all of us Catholicks Does not our High-Priest curse those Hereticks And pray for us is not our cause most right Religious just valiantly then let 's fight This Pluto's Orator scarce made an end When all to arms themselvs do fiercely bend Then forthwith Catesby and his traiterous mates Consult together Catesby sendeth Bates To Garnet with a letter which should show What ill-successe did on their projects flow Garnet at Coughton was in Warwick-shire And all Recusants rendevous was there And in that letter Catesby him desir'd For so their ominous-estate requir'd With all convenient expedition To stir-up Wales into rebellion And els-where as he could all Papists stout To stimulate and move to fight it out Now Garnet who with Greenwell was that time Seeing they Jesuites were deep in the crime And fully certifi'd that all was known Began their ill-successe much to bemoan And seem'd to prophesie their Sects decay O that we once could see that happy day But hot-spur'd Greenwell being more resolute More firy-spirited and dissolute Boldly resolved thence away to poste To raise rebellion all about that coast And instigates Recusants unto arms With all his utmost Jesuitick-charms Then at the house of Abbington he meets With Hall a Jesuite and him kindly greets And after greetings doth him then advise To work as many as he could to rise But Hall as in a dump a while did stay Much doubting what therin to do or say To whom so doubting Greenwell thus began Why how now brother Hall what frights thee man The difference twixt a flegmatick faint heart I plainly understand such as thou art And me who am more cholerick and hot Why man it moves not fears not me a jot And wilt thou now a milk-sop dastard be And hide thy head when ther 's most need of thee Fie fie for shame take heart be not affraid And help me stir-up friends our foes t' invade With martiall-might these hereticks to slay Nor must we now to pause the time delay And thus away he flies like northern-winde And as he past he publisht with false minde A monstrous-lye through every town and city That Catholicks that night without all pitty By Protestants should all have murthered bin Hoping hereby rebellion to begin Wishing them all take heed not to prolong To save themselvs but make resistance strong If they desir'd in saf'ty to abide And for their wives and children to provide And if they would their lives and lands possesse And free themselvs from imminent distresse Then Hall the Jesuite meeting after this With Littleton who finding all amisse Did urge the Priest therwith exceeding much Told him it did his conscience neerly touch And that he thought the Lord was much offended With such a course as so much blood intended But Hall as whiteliver'd as late he seem'd As harmlesse holy-lambes as th' are esteeem'd As simple Doves as Jesuites would appeare Now doffs the mask which he before did weare The violent and virulent hearts-gall He now declares even of the Jesuites all For why instead of meek acknowledgement Of true contrition heart right-penitent Of late dissembled grief for this foule fault When Greenwell him to stir-up rebels wrought He divellishly began to justifie Their most atrocious vicious villany And thus to Littletons great doubt repli'de Good Sir you shoot your censure very wide And much transgresse 'gainst charities right laws If by the ill-successe you judge a cause For why th' eleven tribes which two battles bent 'gainst Benjamin at Gods commandement In both the conflicts those tribes had the worst Shall we therfore account their cause accurst So when as Lewis King of France did fight Against the Turks was by them put to flight And he himself then of the plague did dye The Christians eke defending valiantly Their town of Rhods 'gainst Pagans lost the same Must we the cause then by th' event here blame No good Sir no our cause was just and right How ere the event hath prov'd amisse in sight What better greater cause to spend our bloods Than for Religion to spend life and goods Thus thus this bloody Jehuite did perswade That Papist who was heerwith well apaid Doubtlesse great Lucifer could never find More expert instruments to please his mind Among his hellish-hags more flinty-hearts To act his most infernall tragick-parts Than these inhumane Jesuites Satans sect These most pernicious props which Rome protect To Robert Winters house the rebels came Where that rank Jesuite of no little fame Old faithlesse father Haman did reside Whose heart with Romish zeal being fir'd fry'd When he together did the traitours see He gave them all his absolution free Even then when they were in rebellion hot And after the discovery of the plot This holy father of that hell-spawn'd Sect Told them their High-Priest highly did respect Their zeal would them Saints Martyrs make Therfore he bad them all bold courage take These pious words Ignatians-imp did utter And shewd them the Popes * pardon seald with butter Hell being thus broke-loose though but a while Sēds-forth more hell-hoūds blood-hoūds fierce vile Grant whose foule hopes Heaven also foolifi'd To whom none yet had these things certifi'd For why he kept his house and stir'd not out Till he suppos'd all now past fear or doubt But thinking now the plot was fully ended And that good-hap their hopes had well befriended Now like a Tygre-fierce abroad doth fling Armed all-over with foul-mischiefs sting But He which makes his reckoning and his prize Without his hoste must make his reckoning twice And as the 40. Jews with divellish will Swore in an ambush they St. Paul would kill So Grant what he had sworn-to long before Now hopes to execute with rancour sore And with his rabble of Recusants stout Perfidious Papists now he issueth-out And thus by night to Warwick-castle came Where divers Nobles of great note and name In time of peace warrs danger to prevent Fed and bred-up great horses for content Those Grant did steale and to his camp convay Their owners to confront assault and slay This most audacious fact this strange ambition This robbery-bold quickly bred much suspition In Sr. Fulk Grevill th' elder who was then

subjected unto justice stroke Their fainting hearts confounded wounded broke And as the custome is with hempen bands They were fast bound behinde their backes their hands And so to London fast on hors-back tyde They were convayd whom people as they ' spide Did all the way they went still flock to meet And them with execrable curses greet And so to London being brought at last In pris'n with fetters they were locked fast And not long after was the 'pointed day For their arraignment When in grave array Nobles and Judges as the cause requir'd Unto their Judgement came where with admir'd And learned eloquence deliberately The Kings Atturney then did signifie And recapitulate from first to last Each most materiall action which had past And found them guilty of that damn'd intention Crost thus in th' act by heavens alone prevention The Judges then pronounc'd their sentence due And on the traitors all in open view Was execution done in divers places To the most just confusion of their faces On th' upper-house of Parliament most high A just reward of horrid treachery Catesbies and Percies heads were fixed fast To use the Prophets words like a ship-mast That passers-by might to each other tell The just deserved issue that befell Unto those roving robbing Pirates vile Who hop'd to rife by treason theft and guile Who by ambitious and pernicious wayes The golden-fleece did hope to them to raise Not by stout Jasons valour and brave grace But by Medaea's sorceries most base They gap'd I say a golden-fleece to gain A glorious-realm to swallow but in vain Wasps thus we see make combs as well as Bees But for sweet hony work-out pouder-lees Their hearts contain'd nought but sulphurious wind And foul effects of a most treacherous mind PErfidious Fauks whose hopes were lately high By Treason to be rais'd to Dignity By Justice findes Treason retaliated His Head upon a Pole high elevated That All may see Gods vengeance prosecuting The proudest Traitors treason executing The wanderfull deliuerance 1605 OUr great Jehovah having brought to light This deep-Designe full fraught with Romish-spight The fame therof through all the Realm being blaz'd The Peoples hands and hearts to Heaven are rais'd They pray'rs and praises send to Israels King They bounteous-Bonfires make their Bels they ring Tryumphing in their Streets with fire-works rare Rockets Fire-wheeles Fire-drakes flying in the Ayre Fierce-mounting Fire-bals blazing in the Skies Quick cracking Squibs to please beholders eyes And All heart-cheering signes of Joy expresse Being thus redeem'd from Death and dire distresse THen see you pole-shorn Papists what 's the end Which al your traiterous projects doth attend See you Achitophels you Jesuites all What prize doth to your Absolons befall Bad counsell still to Authours fals-out worst An impious-project gains an end-accurst For these who like great Consuls would have raign'd As false conspirators were now arraign'd And like as fond Empedocles did cast Himself int' Aetna's fire hoping t' have past Unspide of any in the furious flame And so beheld a god with endlesse fame But when the flame his slippers did retort His hair-braind-folly was the peoples sport So these which hop'd which fondly hop'd t' have got Saints names at least by this their Aetnean plot God who in mercy did their mischiefe see And such strange folly in their hearts to be The slippers of discovery did cause To foolifie their deifide applause And by this blest Catastrophe to call Instead of that usurped name they all Hop'd-for to wit Romes meritorious-Martyrs And justly term them most notorious traitors And curs'd be they which call such evill good Accurs'd Romes doctrins grounded thus on blood Most deadly-sicke was Catesby and his train Of Achabs sicknesse none could ease his pain His stomach was with Naboths ground so cloy'd Till bloody Jesabell her skill imploy'd To give him physick with poor Naboths blood But these vile Achabs case far worser stood For why although their greedy appetite Old Achabs did exceed with gaping spight And that this upstart Jesabell of Rome Did us to death with greater mischief doom Yet since they could not kill nor yet possesse They were in farre more desp'rate wretchednesse In silence here I cannot pretermit How that these traitours past all grace or wit In conscience touch't did at their death professe That what they did was for Romes holinesse That for advancement of the Cath'lick-cause They thus had plung'd themselvs into hels jaws And that they had for their more firm direction The precepts of Romes faith and full protection The Zeale wherof did strongly them incite To execute what-ere with all their might Which precepts are by force fraud or deceit To cog collogue to threat intreat and cheat By just or unjust means by buls or bans Hugonets Calvinists and Lutherans To prosecute to cut-off and to kill All that oppose their holy Popes great will For all 's most true they teach which Rome doth say Or charge her children for she cannot stray Hence we may note that Romes rebellious feed All other malefactours farre exceed For though it cannot be gain-said withstood But some in all professions are not good But do offend by treason murther theft For which they justly are of life bereft Yet when they are to dye they nere accuse The Doctrine or Religion which they use To be the cause that they did so transgresse Or stain themselvs with such soul-guiltines But that their naturall bad inclination And want of grace brought them to desolation But these besotted eat-gods voyd of shame Do not their nature but religion blame These foule-birds thus their own nests do beray And if in ought heerin the truth they say But ô ô misery beyond compare That with such basenesse they contented are O if the understandings-eye be blind How hard it is truths perfect paths to finde If once the Lord unto our selvs us leave How hard the truth from errour to perceive O wo to those which lock-up heavens blest gates Both from themselves and their seduced mates O strong delusions as St. Paul doth call them How can it choose but danger must befall them O poysonous-cup of Romish fornication To be bewitcht by such strange incantation O if the blind do lead the blind both stumble Nay both do headlong into mischiefe tumble O what true Christian Protestant is he That does not from truths-fountain clearly see That God in vengeance and in judgement just Such Doctours and such Doctrins sure will thrust To hells deep-pit at last whence first they rose Which do Christs wholsome-doctrins so oppose For what sayes Christ the spring of verity To all his Saints for all posterity My deare Disciples go and teach each Nation Baptizing all men to regeneration Clean contrary this base-childe of perdition The Pope of Rome with hellish admonition His blinde-disciples thus most blindly teacheth To his proud-Proselites this Doctrine preacheth Go extirpate kill and confound each nation Which

he hath cut-down his choisest-vine Because it would not to his word incline Thinkst thou the fruitlesse wilde-Olive shall stand Unprofitably comb'ring his good land O no he 'll make it wither soon and dye Like to our Saviours barren Fig-tree dry And thou whom God hath thus with mercies blest If thanklesse shalt with dangers be distrest Yea multitudes of mischiefs will thee follow And thee in treasons greedy-jawes will swollow Yea troupes of traitors then shall daily strive Of life and liberty thee to deprive Wherfore that thou ô England still maist have Gods friendly favour thee from foes to save Preach and proclame with heart and hearty cheer With thanks praise each hour month yeer This matchlesse-mercy of thy loving Lord And it on marble-pillars aye record Yea teach thy childrens children to rejoyce To sing Gods-prayses with shrill-sounding voyce And every way his name and fame to reare For this so great Deliverance And to beare A zealous hatred deadly detestation To Romes false doctrines base abhomination Thou then the God of our inheritance Thy Sions Saviour strong deliverance Our part our portion buckler staffe and stay Under thy wings preserve us still we pray Make void and frustrate Romes most hatefull pride The cause is thine ô Lord stand on our side Resist their rage for 'gainst thy Church they rave And let thy people thy protection have Revenge the blood of thy distressed Saints And when they grieve relieve their sad complaints O Lord we pray thee blesse and dresse thy Vine Thy Love thy Dove this little-flock of thine Yea Lord at all times in extremest straits Thy sacred arms upon our armies waits Thy help is present and thy presence sweet To foyle our foes and cast them at our feet Thou Lord dost cause the fell Monocerate To beare on 's brow a soveraign-Antidote Wherfore this wond'rous work of thine ô Lord Our voyce our verse for ever shall record Our hearts we will incline thy praise to sing Even thy great name ô our celestiall King In every house Shire City Street and Temple And teach our children this by our ensample Throughout the Kingdom we thy fame will raise While vitall-breath from death prolongs our days And tell this thy great work to every Nation While Sun and Moon shine in their cloudy-station Our singers shall sing Psalms to thee on high O blessed blessed blessed-Trinity FINIS An Epigram to Iesuites the Principall Disturbers of Peace and Unity the Authours and Firebrands of Sedition and Treachery throughout the Christian-world OR The ROMISH WHITE-DIVELL Qui cum Iesu itis non itis cum Iesuitis THe Fatall-Sisters Latine-Poets call Parcae though parcunt nulli they kill all And Latinists the thick-wood Lucus write Ceu nunquàm lucens wherin comes no light And by the same Antiphrasis of late The Jesuites to themselvs appropriate The sacred name of Jesus though their works Declare their lives to be farr worse than Turks Heavens lightnes brightnesse differs not so great From ponderous drossie Earth Nor Southern heat To Northern chilling killing frosts so far Differ Nor th' Artick from th' Antartick star Is more remote than this rank of makes-shifts Whose hatefull lives crafts couzenage subtill drifts To all good-men apparent are unlike To Christ or Jesus Doctrine if you strike Their name out only and their works behold Their best-part then will prove but drosse to gold Do thorns bear grapes do figs on thistles grow Or the tall-palme yeeld pleasant fruite ô no The tree by 's fruit may manifested be On good-trees good on ill bad fruit we see The Jesuites-Doctrine who to know doth list It doth of 5. dees Five dees properly consist In Daunting subjects in Dissimulation To Depose Dispose Kings Realms Devastation Whither the Jesuites come more near to those Which beare the armes of Christ or Mars with blows It is a question but with ease decided As thus Christs souldiers ever are provided Of these blest weapons tears prayers patience These foyl and spoyl their foes with heavenly fence But daggers dags keen-swords poysons deceit Close-fawning treasons wiles to couzen and cheat These are the Jesuites-arms and with these arts Their Pope to deifie they play their parts Nor faith nor piety their followers have For divellishly 'gainst truth they rage and rave How fit those armes Loiola's-brats beseem Britane can witnesse and the whole-world deem I 'll passe-by other-slights all in this one In this foule pouder-plot they all are shown Blush blush ô Jesuites England knows too well Your counsell furthered most this worke of Hell Yea impious Garnet for the traitors pray'd Prick't pusht-forward those he might have staid Being accessary to this damn'd intent Which with one-word this Jesuite might prevent Such barbarous traitours and strange treachery To hide and silence is grosse villany Gentem auferte perfidam c. But ô with orisons God to implore To grant successe ô speak was ere before In all the world like wickednesse ere known In any age such monsters seen or shown Which with religious shows shelter foule-crimes With vertues cloake hiding them oft oft-times And then ô then I tremble to declare Calling the Lord of Heaven with them to share In this foule-fact nor yet heerwith content To offer heaven this high disparagement But that they 'll act more grosse impiety If any can be worse t' heavens Deity These sacrilegious traitors falsly think No surer bands themselves to tie and link To secrecy and resolution strong Than therunto blasphemously to wrong Our Saviours glorious body and blood also To their eternall and infernall woe And who so impious so audacious bold In 's wretched hands the Eucharist to hold Who was so godlesse who so gracelesse trow So rich a pearle unto such swines to throw Who but a Priest of this Society Wouldst know his name t was Gerrard certainly Perswade your selves ye holy fathers all This is a truth which you a lye will call For nought is said against you but most right Then blush for shame hide your selvs from sight O heavens ô earth ô treachers times and season Degenerous minds and hard-hearts void of reason Truly t is doubtfull difficult to tell Whether of these two mischiefs did excell At one-blow bloodily so to confound A King and Queen three Kingdomes so renownd Nobles and Senate thus to strike and stroy By pouder them to spoyle with great annoy Or that Christs glorious sacred body and blood His holy yea most holy Supper shou'd By such damn'd unbidden guests be ' taminated So base a band to be conglutinated And link't thereby with such vile vehemence To perpetrate that Stygian foule offence The Pristine Poets us'd in verse to sing The noble Gests of every Prince and King But now t is needfull in this weedfull age Wherin impiety and vice do rage Yea and all too-too little to declare The hatefull times and crimes which most rife are Whose monstrousnes to paint to publike sight The true relation