and can by poor weak means cast down And break in pieces men of high Renown Yet a wise Conduct is more likely to Gain ground than fools that know not what to do For good Commanders hinder not the day But non-experience often hath and may As I could instance make of many places Where such contracted taunts and great disgraces Yet who are so self-confident as they So ready to traduce what others say So apt to find a fault where there is none And all that Jack in Office might be known But as the shadow on the substance waits And Turtle Doves are follow'd by their Mates So Fame and Honour justly waits upon This valiant worthy tho' much envy'd man. And on all other Worthies like himself But not on any starched upstart elf Nor him whose heart and soul is in his pelf For vertue will shine forth even in the dark Whilest envy to no end does at it bark Honour gain'd honestly and gallantly Can never fade nor vanish totally As will the Glow-worm flushes of some sort That never can deserve a good report And others that creep sneakingly into Favour for which they any thing will do Nay some that have but sometimes turn'd a Spit And here receiv'd a knock and there a bit But complaisential in their words also On every base and pimping Errand go Hoping in time 't would something introduce And so it hath indeed for my Lord Louse And Madam Sly have found him a long time Too faithful unto what they count no crime And therefore study how to gratifie him For nothing now they can nor dare deny him At last they find the favour him to grace With a Lieutenant or a Captains place Whereof the Coxcomb is become so proud That he will jostle ' mongst the noble crowd And Elbow at the Table in such state And saucily to all his betters prate Nay and perhaps at last be made a Knight And then Sir Assinego 's at the height But whosoever shall this fellow mind In few years shall not know where him to find For all is gone and spent and he forgot Whose memory and name shall die and rot And the like fate on others doth attend Who think their day will never have an end Or that their Sun will never set But their Vain hopes shall be rewarded with despair Yea and like the snuff of a Candle go out As if they were but of the Rabble Rout. But vertuous souls have a more noble breath And greatly are bemoaned at their death For such as Honour win by noble deeds Shall bury thousands of those stinking weeds Whose Progeny shall still uphold their name And be recorded in the Book of Fame What can the vertues of their Ancestry Avail such as from vertue seek to fly And every way from them degenerate As many now but they are out of date As worth and merit just rewards do crave So great Ancestors should good Issues have The thing possest is not the thing it seems Tho' otherwise each Ignoramus deems For tho' men by their Ancestors be great Yet if they from their vertues quite retreat What are they good for being the disgrace Of their name family and all the race What tho' from Ancestors we have our names Yet from our vertues do arise our Fames Birth without worth is but a Painted Post Wealth without vertue can of nothing boast The base Brats of ignoble Ancestry To save themselves will quit all honesty As the more men moil in the dirt the more They are defil'd So the more some men pore Into and seek to understand their base Ancestors the more shame flies in their face The longer any men delay the show Of vertue then you may both judge and know They are of base beginnings for you 'll find Such covertly to bear a sordid mind The leaven of their lin'age doth remain Amongst them many Ages to their stain Which is perceived by the wiser sort And others that thereof do make report Like Root like Tree like Tree-Branches too And so like fruit viz. a proud and dirty Crew For can a Swine bring forth a gen'rous Lion Or the base bramble Polyanthemion Or Cannibals beget true Sons of Sion Or can a Crab-Tree bear a noble Pippin Or the Princely Eagle hatch a Dunghill Chichen No no for where there 's noble Ancestry There mostly will be a like Progeny And of this sort our Hero is no doubt Or he could not for Vertue be so stout The end of all whose Actions Honour are Though Honour to assume is not his care As many others do most sneakingly I mean he seeks not Honour but only Seeks to deserve though envy can't abide To hear of it but labours all to hide Titles he knows which many gain by art Are but the Seals and Badges of desert And the rewards of Vertue in this World Which oft upon unworthy Men are hurl'd Experience hath taught me to affirm Which many knowing Persons will confirm That Honour upon base Mechanicks cast Hath ruin'd those entrusted them at last Be'ng nat'rally propense to innovation Division dissention alteration Wilful deceitful proud in Word and Mind Unstable and unconstant as the Wind Here could I gall them with a yerking Rhime But I forbear them till another time Mendico asperius nihil est cum surgit ad altum I say to make Men of a sordid race Commanders or them with high Titles grace Is one way to turn all things upside down And with dire discord fill each Shire and Town Sith then it 's so that Men of base degree Or Rascal breed plac'd in Authority Have upon States and Kingdoms mischief brought And nothing but their advancement sought Therefore were I to raise a Regiment Though to that height my thoughts were never bent I would as near as possible I could Commission none but Gentlemen of old Or ancient Stocks to choose ' cause not so proud Nor insolent as are the latter brood Who ' cause they 've jumped into great Estates They think none good enough to be their Mates Yet of that sort I mean not every spark That gives a Livery Nor such as shark About the Court or Inns of Court nor they That are made poor through base debauchery Nor any scandalous Sir or witty flash That in his word and actions is too rash Nor he that hath the name of a Deceiver Sir Gregory Nonsense or Sir Good-be-never Sir Topsey Turvey that never kept his Word Nor Mr. Maggot-brain that draws his Sword At every petty affront nor such as they As wrong and cheat poor Souldiers of their pay Nor any supercilian in fine Clothes Nor such as rend the Heavens with Hellish Oathes Or any of that humour old or new For few are good of that debauched Crew No no for they may prove as bad as t'other Viz. For you to day to morrow for another But him I call a perfect Gentleman Whose Vertues grace his good Extraction Or in a word 't is Birth and
them as 't were a Spiritual Pest and Pox And all the evils of Pandora's Box. Then who would not help Brandenbourg come come And drive these Monsters out of Christendom Indeed true Jesuits are Christians but Rome's Jesuits seek Christians Throats to cut Because themselves are none for if they were â—…gs would not of them stand so much in fear Nor London felt so sad a conflagration Nor Wars so feared in each Christian Nation The censures of the Sorbonne faculty Of their damn'd errors and impiety Shew what they are O WILLIAM give the word And let those Gockatrices feel thy Sword Do thou appear to many a defence For of thy Name that is the very sence And with the bloody Frenchmen make such work As glorious Scanderberg did with the Turk Or as renowned Zisca who did rout Great Sigismundus that before did flout And jear at him Here why should I omit Thy Ancestors who with their Swords did slit The Nose of that great Whore of Babylon By whom and others she was half undone For ever since her Pristine Glory Could not assume O that brave Soul by thee She might be quite undone conjoin'd with those That dare her host'ring Nimrods now oppose While mercy is in Heaven and a good cause On Earth who think Rome and her bloody Laws Cannot be crush'd ne'er rightly did believe In God but pin their Faith on anothers sleeve But this our Hero better things doth know As his brave Letter manfully doth show Which ought to be reserv'd in golden Pages To be transmitted unto after Ages That they may read the Magnanimity Of that brave Prince and keep in memory How early and how zealously he did Appear even in the Front and bravely bid Defiance to the Foes of Jesus Christ Viz. The plotting Jesuits and their High-Priest Whilst others seem'd to play at least in sight Curse ye such Merez as shall fear to fight When Sisera is ready to invade Judea which he threatens shall be made The scorn the laughing-stock of all the World And Sion be into confusion hurl'd Come Valiant Brandenbourg thou and thy Son Must help to crush the Brats of Babylon And other Worthies of this Nation too Are born I 'm confident great things to do Ten thousand with Gods help have wonders done Five have I known make Thirty thousand run And kill Four thousand of them on the place And take Ten thousand more upon the chase After both sides appealed solemnly To God And that he would grant victory To them that had the justest cause and so It did fall out accordingly although The routed still were obstinate But God Would not be mock'd for they have felt his Rod Since that and more are like to feel Pray then Despair not for the Papists are but Men Not Gods nor Angels Saints nor Christians good Because they thirst to shed true Christian blood Killing is Murther and no Murther but I 'm sure 't is Murder good Mens Throats to cut Papists by their Religion are bound All Protestants to torture kill and wound Surely their Principles were hatcht in Hell Sith all their Combinations of it smell Doth not this gallant Prince of whom I write To noble Resolutions us excite In which I hope we of the British Nation Will think him worthy of our imitation I say should we not follow his example Rather than Papists should upon us trample And murder us our Wives and Children too Which I am sure they would not spare to do If they had power A brave resolution Will much contribute towards their confusion Better die manfully with sword in hand And fight as long as ever we can stand Than be hang'd up like dogs Our Wives and Daughters First ravished then kill'd With horrid slaughters Of Protestants in Fields Streets Lanes and Houses These things if well considered soon would rouze us But be sure let the Papists first begin For us to do so were no venial sin The very sight of a great Army will Some terrifie yea them with horrour fill Yet many a multitude have very few Good Soldiers in it either old or new It is such not an huge throng that win the field But God alone the victory doth yield Who with the best though fewest taketh part Unless their sin make him a while depart They that fear numbers Leaders specially Much more wil fear to fight them no they 'l fly Which will daunt and discourage all the rest 'T were better be without such I protest A few good Soldiers well conducted will Do more than thrice as many without skill Hot-spurs against a wary enemy Will do no good but hasten misery When he that keeps the mean will safely ride If he can't stemm yet he will cross the tide Brave Brandenbourg to none is second in The feats of War and Warlike Discipline Else he had not been pitcht upon to lead Th' Imperial Army as you plainly read In his stout Letter where he tells you that His own destruction was levell'd at By Jesuited Cabals and how they had Infatuated divers to which add Their bribing Princes Councils friend and foe The whole Protestant cause to overthrow Which mischief as the worst of miseries He will prevent as much as in him lies Hold on Brave Prince in what thou hast begun And Heaven protect thee 'till thy race is run I know not how some will these lines resent 'Bove all such as to Rome now stand half bent Nay others of a better frame are prone To blame all writings which are not their own For self-opinion hath made them wise So that the finest wits they will despise But I am none of them therefore I need Not fear such as on envy love to feed Who like the Ass in Trappings terrifie Such Mules as can but dare not versifie Fearing the strokes of their deep drolleries Or to be known for the Popes enemies If this be all my Muse shall still endite Nor shall my Pen for this fear truth to write No I am born for nobler ends than to Comply and equivocate as many do Transcendant Brandenbourg I come again To blaze thy worth which envy cannot stain Rome thou hast startled much already by Thy Letter full of Magnanimity O the Vindictive rage and malice that Now lies in wait you know what she 'd be at Viz. Destruction Devastation quenchless flames Blood rapin ruin are her end and aims Malice in her hath found its proper nest Envy 's enthroned in her bloody breast Would ever any generous spirit be A Papist if he knew what others see Great Soul thou understandest from thy youth What are their Tenents and how far from truth Stand to thy Letter and God will stand by thee 'T is he alone that gives the victory Why frowns not Mars and Minos upon those That would have Earth and Hell at their dispose But the tremenduos Tetragrammaton Will not not always be a looker on The mighty He in power does surmount Yea they shall know He is Lord
plays her part Nay and the Duke de Alva swore he would Surprise and Conquer England if he could That 's well put in because it helpt the Dutch. But Orange in this too restrain'd him much As he himself and th' English too confest The present Prince of Orange God hath blest And prosper'd to save England from th' Invasion Of the black Popish-part of the French Nation Which are for killing burning devastation c. And shall we prove to God and him ungrateful A Vice even to Barbarians so hateful Shall we forget this late deliverance Which here again the Gospel doth advance Shall we slight what affects the very Jews Shall we still still more Miracles abuse As we have done would God it were not true Which evil I and many others rue Then the next blow may with a vengeance come And settle here in England France and Rome O vile ingratitude you you and you Magnates prime Magistrates Priests Jesuits too And Myriads more in this have oft transgrest But I return from whence I have digrest Our Hero with small Forces being in sight Of th' Enemy but yet is loth to Fight Because most of his Souldiers he finds Discouraged and troubled in their minds At the vast Army of the Enemy Which makes them quite dispair of Victory Besides they see themselves out-wing'd almost Five Furlongs more or less by th' other Host Which daunts them very much so that they cry 'T was dangerous either to fight or fly This may fall out sometimes through negligence Of Scouts c. sometimes through false intelligence Or treachery sometimes through oversight Or th' envy of some great ones that they might Disgrace him if he should chance to be taken Or run for 't being of his Men forsaken But for all this our Hero though entrapt By treachery to which some are so apt Yet spite of envy and his potent Foes He 'll come off with applause and without blows For when force will not do then policy Must come in place against an enemy Two or three ways he can devise to get Out of this treacherous devised Net He 'll frame a Letter as if from a friend Of the adverse General which to him he 'll send By one fit for the purpose and with speed Wherein he finds he 's charg'd with some foul deed And that another is appointed to Succeed him That most of his Captains do That Night intend for to betray him or Desert him quite with all their Souldiers for He had distasted them c. While he doth muse On this sad sudden overwhelming News He sends some unto him as Run-aways But trusty to himself at all Essays Which tell him that the adverse Army are With Thousands re-inforc'd and that they were Resolv'd to fall upon his Camp that Night Which added much unto his former fright And thus be'ng unresolv'd what shift to make In that distraction or what course to take Our Hero makes a very fair Retreat Which all his enemies doth vex and fret Besides this divers other ways there are Whereby men may get out of such a snare Necessity will teach them what to do And set their Wits upon the Tenters too He nothing fears but what all good men fear And that 's disgrace He will not lye nor swear ' Cause God commands the contrary whom He Desires to Worship in sincerity The greater Honour unto him is due Because a Souldier and a Christian too He 's a meer stranger to black Perjury His noble Heart can do no injury He 'd Racks and Torments undergo Yea mortally be wounded by the Foe Than a false Loon or Coward to be found The one would but his Body tear and wound But th' other would his Soul excruciate And all his Reputation terminate For blemishes in Honour cutteth deep And makes Renown in dark oblivion sleep When he prepares to sight his Enemy He marcheth towards him as chearfully As to a Banquet and scarce speaks a word When he comes nigh but claws it with his Sword c. Yet he fights warily and with discretion Till he and 's Mermidons make an impression Into the Ranks and Files of th' enemy Who then must either run for it or die He trusts not in the number of his Men But in his God then he 'll fight two to ten His enemies perchance may worst him but Can never conquer him for he 'll be cut In pieces first his great Heart cannot yield Although his Foes were Master of the Field For in the midst of all adversity His manly Patience gains a Victory He thinks it hight of folly to expose Himself and 's Souldiers when at handy blows To needless dangers no way honourable For him nor unto others profitable He well observes the Ground where he must fight And sometime fortifies his Left and Right For great advantage may accrew thereby Even to the routing of his Enemy Hill Wind and Sun he 'll strive to have behind Or what he can of them 'bove all the Wind Which driveth all the smoak upon the Foe And tendeth much unto their overthrow If he be followed by his enemies Hoping that Night his Quarters to surprize He 'll dig some Trenches where they needs must pass And cover them with Hurdles strew'd with Grass Puts Powder in them and in Ambush lies And then as soon as ever he espies Them fall into the Pits he fires his train Of Powder then he falls on them amain Many being killed the rest are forc'd to fly So by this trick he gains a Victory Also to scatter Money on the way Will charm their Minds unto a scrambling stay As did the Ponticks when in haste they fled The Conqu'ring Romans by Lucullus led For while the Romans gather'd up the Gold The Ponticks all escaped young and old But now most Men had rather as I think Part with their Lives than their beloved chinck Against a crafty numerous potent Foe That carries all before him high and low When Stratagems and Policy do fail Enforcing Force by Force he must assail For there 's no other shift in such a case Or else he must be forced to give place And which to do would cut him to the Heart And stick within his Liver like a Dart Therefore he neither can nor will be gone Till first he something hath upon them done For knowing that a strenuous opposition Backt with a steady haughty resolution With daring braving Camisado's have Made Hectors for a time fighting to wave And knowing well his disposition and His skill and courage they are at a stand Musing what should be done to fight or no If not they quietly must let him go Or perhaps some smart skirmish there may be So part on equal terms both they and he Which unto neither side is no disgrace Sith neither was enforced to give place But when an Army is surrounded by A greater force there is no remedy But they must either fight it out or fly Either of which to do is
enamour'd of protervity A Cur engorged with asperity Some of such cynick Dispositions are That other mens Transactions they will square According to the crooked line and rule Of their own humours which must have no Thule Or limits Yet themselves can nothing do That 's honourable or that can accrew To others good yet they will seem to know All things tho' nothing they could ever show Except it be their venom'd teeth to bite Or with their poyson'd tongues to wound and smite The reputation of far better men And every way much more deserving than Themselves or any of their Generation And who perhaps are burthens to the Nation Yea troublesome unto their Neighbours too Cause in all things they do not as they do But our most noble Hero fears them not Being got beyond the reach of their Tongue-shot Whose time in Mars's and the Muses Tent Not triflingly but vertuously is spent He can both say and do and do much more Than say yet he will not himself adore He was bred in the School of vertue and The Pen as well as Pike he can command So that he merits double Equipage Sith he so bravely doth become the Stage Therefore I make no question but he Will make his Exit with a Plaudite Whose good Examples noble Souls do move To try if they can such another prove And purchase fame by valour worth and arms Amidst a thousand hazzards deaths and harms The way to honour through the Pikes doth ly And who would win honour must not fear to die This Hero's Tongue is the point of his Sword He knows not what it is to break his word His courage Conquers e'er the Field is fought Which being done more enemies hath sought He 's Semper idem take him when you will The same below as he is up the Hill. He is full of Hector's Magnanimity And never's daunted with extremity Fortitude's rooted in his noble mind When others fall him standing you shall find There 's nothing hard to be accomplished By him because by truth and reason led And doth all things by good deliberation Yet is he not affected to cunctation He is a Fabius for Solidity Not a Minutius for temerity Misfortunes trials and adversities His faith and patience do exercise Whereby himself he conquers which is more Than all the Conquests that he made before Dangers he feareth not yea doth despise What narrow souls account calamities War 's the Whetstone of his Fortitude And heat the Spur that makes him resolute Yet counts not that a noble victory That 's not accompany'd with Clemency He knows that skill and courage wanting in Commanders is to routing near a kin Besides their Soldiers will contemn and slight them Yea to their very faces will neglect them Which will redound unto their lasting shame When blown about by the nimble wing of Fame For to their own Pufillanimity They cannot but be conscious or might see Men laughing at them for the same but they Can take it in good part and nothing say O strange that these should have the face to take Upon them to be Captains and mistake Themselves for better men O impudence And Brazen fac'd prodigious confidence Go ye conceited Jacks go Hen-peckt slaves And in some dirty Dunghill dig your Graves Fit but for Powder-Monkeys or keep sheep Or Company with Scavengers to keep What when you should go fight then you 'll be sick Oh take 'em Derrick gripe 'em to the quick Our Hero scorns you all who 'd rather die Than live as you with shame and infamy He knows not what 't is to be so abjected Or by his Veteranes so much rejected No surely no but to them is as Spurrs But ye are Stops Remora's and Demurs Unto a Kingdom there 's no greater danger Which to the Prince himself is but a slander Than to such to commit their warlike bands As are more nimbler of their tongues than Hands Some that have known how Victories to gain Yet knew not how their Conquests to retain But our Commander can do both of these And that with more applause less loss and ease Than some that conquer Kingdoms in conceit Conceit without receipt is but deceit If he perceives his Enemy too strong For him in Horse then will he pitch among Thick Hedges Woods c. he being mostly Foot And gall him may be win the field to boot But if in Horse the foe he doth surpass Then he will try to make of him an Ass By seeking to decoy him to a Plain And that he might his will therein obtain He sendeth such amongst the enemy That tell them this for truth and certainty That most part of his Horse went yesterday But privately to seek for Oats and Hay Or on some other Errand and that now Or never was the time to make him bow If th' Enemy believes this to be true As like enough he does then will not you Imagine he 'll upon our Hero fall And if he do he is undone withal But if he do not our Commander will Beat up his Quarters which is ears will fill With sudden crys his eyes with gastly sights His Soldiers hearts with Pannick fears and frights Which will confound and make them run astray And most of them to throw their Arms away Suppose a Regiment or two be broke And several hundred Prisoners are took This doubtless will so daunt the enemy That he 'll conclude the best way is to fly Which if he do as he must do you know It tendeth to a total overthrow Whom our Commander follows at the heels Through thick and thin Hills Vallies Woods and Fields Till all are routed and the vict'ry won Oft have I known the very same thing done The foe his men unable to revive And 's former reputation to retrive Is forc'd to seek a peace immediately Well knowing there 's no other remedy Should I insist on all the slights and wiles Strange circumventions stratagems and guiles Craft cunning tricks deep reaches policies And unimaginable Mysteries That have been are and might be us'd in Wars By worthy Captains and great Conquerors 'T would take much time and paper many Quire My Muse my Pen my Genius overtire And crack my Pericranium Therefore Of Warlike feats I shall endite no more All chief Commanders should inherit these Bright Virtues or to have a writ of Ease Justice Truth Temperance Prudence Fidelity Skill Learning Patience Courage Courtesie All which in the word Conduct seem included And who wants that from chief should be excluded Men's lives are far more worth than that they should Be trusted with a Novice young or old And which to do is as all wisemen know The way unto a fatal overthrow Yet this should be observ'd that victory Heav'n to the best side sometimes doth deny Success as such is no infallible token Of a good cause nor when a foe is broken Is it a sure sign of a bad cause no God's secrets are past finding out you know God hath
heart 'Pray take them all for spare them well can we Leave us the Wheat and take the Tares to thee A good riddance truly for three or four True Hearts are of such Rake-hells worth a score O restless Bawd thou sittest now as Queen Venting upon the Saints thy Gall and Spleen By how much thou thy self hast magnify'd By so much shall this Woe be multiply'd We see thy Agents can false Servants hire Their Masters Houses to consume with fire Nay Masters too they can so work upon All to promote a conflagration By firing their own Houses O ye Swine Fell Fiends Miscreants thus to combine With Hell their innocent Neighbours without cause To ruine and expose them to the Paws Of Tygres Bears and Bandogs who could think That English-men such poison down would drink Nay others ' stead of helping at a fire Rob poor distracted people so retire These are or such as soon would Papists be From which Religion Lord deliver me For well I know 't is founded upon blood Therefore a Papist never can be good The Pope they honour more than Christ yea more Old Shooes Boots Cloaks and Bread Gods they adore And other Relicks once belonging to Some silly Dotard which they never knew This and much more the Jesuits and all Their Clergy do impose on great and small Whose Pupils poison and contaminate Each City County Kingdom People State. Who kills a Christian Heaven say they shall merit Who Murder most high place in Heaven inherit These are but tastes of those damn'd drugs with which The Romanists so many fools bewitch And 't is but fruitless with them to dispute For when by sacred writ they are struck mute Backt with strong arguments assiduously And that while Conscience in their faces fly And secret wispers racking every part Of their convinc'd and self-condemned Heart That swell through spite and shame as in their faces May be discern'd as marks of their disgraces Yet for all this in words they will not yield Though Conscience tells them they have lost the field But desp'rately oppose themselves still Against the Truth through anger and self-will Forcing their stopped Mouths to rave and rend In railing Rhetorick with which they 'll end If Papists Truth and Reason would obey To real good they soon might find the way Till then no doubt Heaven will upon them frown And by its stroak be shamefully cast down Then 't will be vain for Turn-coats to retrive What erst they might have had nor can they strive Against the stream wherein their sentiments Are all prejudg'd and in such exigents Who fix their hopes upon contingencies Cannot be judged to be very wise But they 'll not retrospect to any thing Of Truth when meekly urg'd but huff and ding Yea so fastidiously aspect on those Which their flagitious practices oppose And whose vindictive Souls perboil'd in hate Damn such as own not the Trans-Alpin State Under whose Umbrages they think they 're blest And the bi-fronted Eagle builds her Nest While the poor Phoenix knows not where to rest Be'ng daily threatned by the Birds of prey Viz. The Romish Kites and Vultures also they That lurk in London spawning plots a-pace And yet abjure them with a brazen face Look back ye blood-hounds to blest Edward's time When Truth our Horizon began to climb And tell me what advantage have ye got By all your plottings Truly not a jot Nay ye have lost whole Kingdoms chiefly by Massacring and inhumane cruelty Sweden Great Britain Ireland Denmark and Great part of Germany France Switzerland Hungaria Transilvania Belgia too And many more have all forsaken you Besides vast Russia never own'd the Pope Nor the Greek Church Nor never will I hope Because your Tenents are so black and bloody And ye your selves nothing but mischief study Your whole Religion I may well compare To th'Strangury because so like they are Viz. Froth on the top blood at the bottom and Sometimes a tearing burning torturing sand More blood cries Rome because Sirs the word More Is th'Anagram of Rome where sits the Whore In Latin Amor is her Anagram Because she loves the Sons of Ge-hen-nam The Anagram of Sion Sino is Permitting Men the Son of God to kiss To suffer patiently and give them leave To Love Fear Worship God and to him cleave But Jesu'ts threaten such though ne'er so good And to send French Dragoons to let us blood Boasting that now they have us in a Net And that our Gospel Sun-shine now must set That they 'll invade us with a Foreign crew Which many fear indeed will prove too true Let them come if they dare we fear them not For home-bred Brats for all they are so hot For still I hope though still they are so high Their Cat-like Cause that lusty Puss is nigh To hanging notwithstanding that she is So Catarumpant now And more than this John the Divine hath read her destiny Which many others worthies testify Besides I know and by experience Her Hectors through an evil Conscience To be but cowardly especially If but impugned somewhat strenuously For credit me true valour they have none And loth to fight except they 're Two to One. Their desp'rateness is far from fortitude For their chief Captains have amazed stood Yea utterly confounded as I 've seen When but a little they have worsted been Fear not their threatning brags nor yet their Swords Being not so valiant in their Hearts as Words Whose Manhood lies in stabbing armless people In Murthering the naked weak and feeble In plotting any mischief great or small And Protestants by any means enthrall Their mighty brags now a-la-mode de France Are but the copies of their countenance Not of their courage for they dare not stand Scarce half an hour and fight us hand to hand Hold out but the first shock and you shall see The stoutest of them all begin to flee Whom they can't or dare not harm openly They 'll do it sneakingly and covertly Or get in with their Servant-Maid or Man Nurse Midwife Surgeon or Physician Apothecary or some one or other As Sister Cousin Uncle Friend or Brother For Gold to poison them but if these fail Then with their Tongues and Libels them assail Yea in a restless rage they will devise How to bespatter them with horrid lies Hiring false witnesses at any rate To plague destroy or make them out of date Nay peradventure fall to conjuring Thereby if possible some hurt to being On them or theirs Who half their tricks can tell For all their Plots are laid as deep as Hell. But 't is a comfort God is still on high Who trust in him shall find security He laughs at all their Machinations and Will break their arm with his All-conquering hand But e'er that time I fear for sin he will Permit them many Protestants to kill c. If so no doubt they 'll rave and rage amain Where they can but the least advantage gain Being basely cruel where they