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Ferguson's remonstrance to the council of six upon the first discovery of the late horrid conspriacy a satyr.
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Ferguson, Robert, d. 1714.; W. R.
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Ferguson's Remonstrance TO THE Council of SIX Upon the First DISCOVERY Of the late Horrid Conspiracy A SATYR Had Cain been Scot God wou'd have chang'd his Doom Not forc't him Wander but consin'd him home Cleavland LONDON Printed for Charles Corbet at the Oxford-Arms in Warwick-Lane 1684. To his ever Honoured Friend WILLIAM BRIGGS Esq SIR I Beg leave to present you with this short unpolish'd Satyr not only for the Advantage of your benign Patronage but to gain an opportunity of acknowledging the many Favors you have been pleased to heap upon me and partly too as a kind of Bribe to beget your good Opinion of it knowing that what you but barely say you like is sufficient Reason to make the rest of Mankind admire believing it has past the Test of your never failing Judgment This I can assure you of it 't was writ with a Loyal Heart caused by an utter Abhorrence and Detestation of the Villanous Practises brought to light by the discovery of the late Horrid Conspiracy of the ungovernable Faction who have lately and long Hector'd it in this our Nation and liv'd and I fear still do in opposition to the Commands of the best Monarch and best Government in the Universe And now according to the method of our modern Scriblers I shou'd give you a kind of an Essay upon Satyr and Rail at the most considerable part of Mankind but I hope you will Excuse me wanting Learning for the one and the Discontents of Old Age for the other scraps of Greek and the Fagg end of an Old Latin Author will be wanting too nor will I give you one word of French to shew my Breeding no nor so much as find any fault with the Poetasters of the time to shew my Judgment though the World has bin sufficiently of late Banter'd by things of this Nature and all that I can say for this is that 't is new and all my own and if you are pleas'd to Judg favourably of it and no Loyal Man offended I have both my Wish and my Design Who am Your most Faithful Obedient Servant W. R. Ferguson's Remonstrance TO THE Council of SIX Upon the First DISCOVERY Of the late Horrid Conspiracy A SATYR Ferguson speaking to the Council of SIX I. ROUZE up Great Men what makes ye Droop Tho our Designs be Crost Why will ye thus dispair we are not wholly lost Nor must we stoop To any thing our Angry Fates can do 'T is great to think like you And can such men submit to slavish fear Who dare Resolve to do what others dare not hear II. Ten thousand Curses on that Tim'rous Sot That Bankrupt Ideot Who had not Sonl enough to Act his part o' th' Plot Had he not been of all that 's good Bereft Had he but had one thought of Glory left His Coward heart cou'd ne're have stoopt so low As basely to Betray and swear for Bread Who might have rul'd i' th' head Of thousands fighting 'gainst our common Foe Base Treacherous Foolis◠〈◊〉 Millions of furys seize thy Guilty Soul III. So God-like Cataline was too undone Who durst design almost alone He was so wond'rous brave T' ave given all the Rulers of the World at once one Grave Had I been Curius when I had had my will And ta'ne of Lust my fill Fulvia shou'd have own'd she'ad ly'd And all she had said upon her Knees deny'd And at that Instant by my Peinard dy'd So shou'd our Villain too have far'd Had my advice bin heard And of his Blood like noble Cataline I wou'd have made our Sacramental Wine IV. Mischief begun must be pursu'd In Ills no middle state can be Th' Extream is only good Stop at no Cruelty But still drive on through Rapine Fire and Blood Fathers and friends all that Oppose must die Not Sex not Age must pity find To what they say and feel be deaf and blind Let Ruin overwhelm 'em like a Sea And to the height practice all Villany For th' end must be a Crown or everlasting Infanty V. Had we obey'd our Noble Peer We had not now been here Consulting what to do And when and how to give the Mighty Blow Our Foes had all been Dead And we Triumphing too And he our Matchless Patriot Marching at our Head Success had Crown'd our cause And made the Action good While we had with our Swords prescrib'd new Laws And writ them too in Characters of Blood VI. What is 't I have not done To carry on Our Pious Cheat our holy Cause Have I not labour'd how to set ye free And prov'd our very Laws Plain Tyranny And by my Preaching too I 'ave shew'd ye all Who 't is ye must obey No King but Jesus must our Empire sway And under him each Saint's a General All do Vsurp whom Heaven does not call And we the Saints are only free the rest are Aliens all VII Thus thus you know I 've often talkt aloud To Gull th' unthinking and unletter'd Croud For them we must deceive And make them all our holy Trumpery believe They are the Tools we work with still and we To make 'em last And bind 'em fast Tell 'em fine stories of Eternity Tell 'em our Governours are Arbitrary And their Religion Is all Idolatry And Superstition Then cry down Hierarchy And prove by Gospel Text each Bishop is a Pope When all we do design or hope Is how to get again into our hands The Goverment the Nobles Crown and Bishops Lands VIII How bravely 'till of late has our great Cause went on How near our Foes have been to be undone That was a happy time when we cou'd do And safely too What ' ere our Spleen or Inst'rest lead us to Treason commit to make us Popular By Villany grow Famous And against Common sense and all the Laws make War Visit the Tower for our Ease And when we please Be freed again by Jury-Ignoramns Then spight of all Glory in what we do While all the Town with Bells and Bonefires add to th' Triumph too IX The mighty Theame was Liberty And that stale Bugbear Property Our Libells like a furious stream O're run the Town Sedition might be heard in ev'ry Place And seen in ev'ry face Nor wou'd we spare things Sacred Church or Crown And all as we did still Alledge Was by our Liberty and Priviledge Priviledge that mighty Atlas of our Cause That knew no bounds nor wou'd submit to any Laws By the Priviledge of our Infallible House We cou'd make any thing a Man or Man a Mouse Profligate Villains Men of Fashion With any thing Dispense Make Ideots too speak sense And teach 'em how to save a sinking Nation X. Oh happy time Oh bless'd security What is 't we might not then have done Then then we shook the Crown And might have thrown That Ancient well built Fabrick down So Vniversal was the Nations Lethargy A Popish Plot was the Falatious Sham That Plot in Name That was the cunning Charm
'Gainst which we all did Arm That was the word That that alone Which whetted up the Old True-Prot'stant Sword Of Fourty One By which the second Charles must fall And we the Actors In'cent be For whomsoe're we Papists pleas'd to call Must bear the Villany While we to Scower the Nation And make a thorough Reformation Leave not a Loyal Man alive But so Revenge that fatal Stroak upon 'em all XI What ever we were pleas'd to say or do No man durst be so bold as disbelieve Or think we cou'd deceive 'T was true as Gospel or we 'd have it so And who but doubted or at least so said We straight deliver'd over to be Buffetted Then Satan like seeking whom to Devour Our Topping Serjeant walkt the Nation o're Thus we when e're we pleas'd The Loyal Subject teaz'd Especially those who came too nigh And wou'd too far into our Actions pry They must Submit While you like Petty Gods did sit And own their No-faults on their Knees And so their fellow slaves adore And glad they were T' Emplore For to be clear To pay their Arbitrary fees Tho Indian like they did it out of fear This was a Glorious Act I still admire The Devil himself when on the Temple spire To be Obey'd and Worshipt onely did Desire XII Hypocrisy had ne'er so fair a face as then Mischief and you were truly Great And wou'd you now Retreat You that were so Admir'd as mighty Men You that so boldly durst withstand A Monarchs great Command And tell him almost to his Face You ' keep him very Poor And never give him penny more Without he ' Disinherit all his Race After all this d' you start no more Ye shall not must not cannot now give o're Wou'd ye lie Lirking in some Loathsome Cell And be content T' endure perpetual Banishment Or more Contemn'd Imprisonment For want of Resolution to car'on What you so bravely have begun Sure't must be Terrible To think how very much you 'l be undone Besides your Coward souls must Doubly merit Hell XIII The Treason 's still the same If you were in the right when you begun Sure you must be to blame If to the utmost now you do not push it on For to Refuse must be To own the Villany And ruin both your selves and your Posterity Think what great things you 've brought about How you have made th' unthinking Rabble Rout Burn in mock Effigie The best of Loyal Men And round the Mimick Pageant bawl'd aloud No Y no Y no Papist neither Burn Burn them all together While ev'ry Mouth Eccho'd it round the Crowd XIV Think think agen how you to serve your ends And private hate Have voted from the State The Nations Bulwark and most able Friends And when you found that wou'd not do I must be plain with you Such Perjur'd Villians you had got That Swore them all into a Popish Plot. They Swore that they design'd to be The Bringers in of Popery And that they did Incuorage too Those who design'd to Assassinate Majesty And those that did such was your Skill Sir Edmund Bury Godfrey kill Then ye were Valiant too And any thing wou'd do To make your selves and your designs seem Famous One Traytors Oath against a Foe Wou'd make ye find a Bill But 'gainst a Friend Ten shou'd not do All sorts of Treason there must still be Ignoramus XV. Nay more then this ye durst ye voted down All that secur'd the Crown And did design of Power to deprive Each branch of its Prerogative Upon the Kings Revenue ye did Vote No Man shou'd lond a Groat And from a Popish Knife to keep his Throat His Guards by you Indicted were As grievous to the Subject too Thus the Old Cause ye did Pursue And bravely like your selves appear Then then ye cou'd Resolve great things to do And vow'd our Common Foe shou'd fall by none but you And for to Crown this work tho 't prov'd in Vain You my L D were voted great Again XVI The Church and Bishops too must suffer all Beneath your Rage did fall The Thirty fifth of that fam'd Heroin Elizabeth great Brittains Queen I thank ye all by my Perswasion Ye voted Prejudicial To the Nation A Persecuting Law and too severe More than a well tun'd Conscienee e're cou'd bear While Popery was the formal stale To keep that Serpent out it was no sin To break the Churches Pale Altho you let at the same time ten thousand Monsters In. XVII But that which pleas'd me most After our other great designs were Crost Was that Goliah of our Plot th' Association Which wou'd alone Have all our Enemies o'erthrown And made us Rulers all of our so Ruin'd Nation For ever live that great Man ' s Fame The God-like Shaftsbury That Phineas of our Cause Whose very name Sufficient was to give what e're we did applause Who in the Gap so firmly stood He stem'd the growing Flood Of thin Jaw'd Honour and lean Loyalty And had the Devil play'd us fair So Vniversal was the thing So cunning was the Snare He ' ad stab'd at once the very Laws as well as Church and K XVIII After all this can ye such Cowards be As once to shrink at any Villany You that in Ills have still so Practis'd been What wou'd to others be a Crime to do Must be in you If you Refuse such is your case a deadly sin Now Now 's the time be not deceiv'd For t is Impossible Our Horrid Treason 's to Conceal For at that time our Villain is believ'd We 're all undone Therefore Resolve to push this Instant now The Mighty Busness on XIX Thus spoke the Damn'd Impostor when A Sudden hasty Noise of Men Surpriz'd their List'ning Ears And struck them all into a Panick Fear Keelling was all Believ'd he had clear'd each doubt Officers were abroad and Warrants Issued out Then like Belshazar trembling and afraid They stammer'd star'd and Gap'd and knew not what they said So all disperst Murmuring 'gainst the State And as they went Curst their unhappy Fate FINIS