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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

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

* Fathers skill So well acquainted with thy * Mothers will Nimble thou art without or stop or study To plot a mischief be it ere so bloody Horrid or hatefull yea a King or Nation To ruinate with matchlesse devastation To swear forswear couzen and equivocate By mine instructions rarely literate Then hast with speed Alecto be thy guide To Britane big with insolence and pride Be it just or unjust leave no means unwrought That to our ancient yoak they may be brought Then Romes officious most pernicious son Replies but this deare Mother count it done Then like swift Tyber without least delay With vultures appetite he takes his way To England where to fit his enterprise A Priest-like habit shapes his best disguise A gown all garded with religious lace The Cath'like-cause is vizard for his face And marvell not for thus the Divell doth use Like Angel-bright Gods children to abuse And thus within * Guy Fauks his faithlesse brest He harbour finds and is a welcome guest A man to mischief prompt incarnate Divell Swift to shed blood active to any evill With envy stuft and puft sly malecontent Dissembling Sinon double-diligent Whose name he ever changed with his place Of residence like Proteus various face Foster sometimes Johnson and Brown he 'll be To passe unknown suspicion thus to flee His name not nature habit not his heart He takes forsakes as best befits his part Here now Romes base-born brat makes no delay But farther flings works others to his bay Whose hearts already hankered very sore Like muttering Israel after Babels whore For Egypts flesh-pots and with factious thirst To quaffe Romes poyson till their bellies burst These doth he stir with spur of innovation And charms them thus with hellish incantation With high-built hopes thus labours to perswade thē And with these sly delusions doth invade thē The day so long desir'd your foes to foyle To plunge them deep in matchlesse helples toyl Is now comn-on wherin base Calvins rout And Luthers vassals you may clean root-out Romes wals to rear and ruins to repair To make her splendour shine her beauty fair Her enemies triumphantly to bane Romes rare Religion strongly to maintain Straight they to Sinons sugred words do vow Theirs and themselvs unto his becke and bow This good successe adds fuell to the fire To Court he therfore comes with foul desire His Doctours hellish Documents to broach And into favour hopes there to encroach There this bilingued-Sinon ramps about Most sedulous and serious to finde-out The man he long'd to see whom straight he found A wisht companion Traitour most profound Percy infected yea of treason confected And even by nature therunto addicted A gracelesse guardian to his gracious King A fiery forge to frame each traiterous thing A most bold bond-slave to his holy Pope A strong supporter of Romes hellish hope To whom Fauks openeth each materiall thing Assures good-luck the work to passe to bring Who man and message presently imbraceth And in his love much confidence soon placeth Then each to other they themselvs fast ty What neither had faith and fidelity They mutually do promise to fullfill Like Pilate and proud Herod Christ to kill Then as their pledges each gave hand to others And here were made treasons chief sworn-brothers Perfidious Percy and false Fauks made one Fauks must forsooth be Percies servant known His name being chang●d thus Mr and the man Their projects throughly do discusse and scan And thus disguis'd in this sly unknown hew Securely they their rancorous poyson spew And now with Fauks and Percy Catesby met An ancient Traitour soon on mischief set Whose heads hearts hands and all plod and contrive Some horrid treason how to make to thrive Some strange domestick-deluge to ordain Since now their hopes were frustrated in Spain For why long since in sweet Eliza's daies That Paragon of time times peerlesse praise They had sent * Winter to the King of Spain To crave his aid their mischiefs to maintain Our Kingdome to invade and to possesse Romes power here to re-plant their wrongs redresse Assuring him that in his puissant ayd The English-Cath'liks would be parties made The King that time promis'd with them to joyn And that he 'd furnish them with store of Coyn An hundred thousand crowns he would bestow And being Victor them all favour show And this desir'd that if the Queen did dye He might have knowledge of it instantly For therupon he would his power advance And speedily prevent sinister chance This was on both-sides promis'd and concluded But Heaven in mercy all their hopes deluded Then then I say did Spain intend our doom Together with the proud high-Priest of Rome When as That miserable-Woman dy'd For thus the Pope had term'd her in his pride But O nefarious lyer how could She Unhappy or so miserable be Whom neither th' arrow which by day did fly Nor Pestilence by night to wit Romes sly And secret practis'd treasons ere could quail Nor yet th' Armado mighty Spanish-sayl Who in her self and subjects was most blest Whose kingdom while she liv'd enjoy'd sweet rest Full peace and plenty princely-royalty With peoples love and cordial-loyalty Thus Rome and Spain lay gaping but in vain To see fair Englands lustre in the wain But now behold a wonder you shall hear That glorious * Sun did set in this our sphere And yet although our Sun did so go-down No night ensu'd no cloud did on us frown No losse appear'd only a change we had Which many then neer-dying-hearts made glad For why in our horizon did arise Another * Jubar-bright to cheer our eyes King James succeeded as a glorious-Sun In whom his subjects joy a fresh begun Their happy dayes again did sprout and flourish And with the milk of peace their hearts did nourish But malecontent malignant Catesbies heart Together with his mates hereat did smart With galling-grief to see their hopes so thwarted These accidents they therfore soon imparted Unto the King of Spain as was agreed Requesting now his promis'd ayd with speed Protesting that their hearts were all on fire Firmly t' effect both his and their desire To serve him in this great negotiation If he would second them with supportation For why they said they now began to doubt That things were like aversly to break-out And that the English-Cath'liks cause was worse Because king James held-on the late Queens course But Spain grown now more politick than so And well perceiving how the cards would go A cunning-gamester bent himself for peace With England wishing them their suit to cease Whose unexpected answer did them trouble Yet did their malice and their rancour double With most Infernall rage their hearts did burn What course to take which way themselvs to turn And when they saw al forrain hopes forsook them Unto this powder-treason they betook them And now that furious fierce triplicity Those impious brethren in

who are so bewitch past admiration With the bedawb'd face of that rotten-Whore I' th' Revelations spoken of long before But to omit digression and proceed And briefly to relate each scelerous deed Which did and should succeed that fatall-houre Let 's here leave Fauks fast lockt in Londons towr A lodging fit for such a traiterous guest Where now he might take time without molest His corrupt-conscience seriously to sift To cry for grace to Christ his thoughts to lift Untill the day of execution due To him and those of his accursed crue Was brought about in its appointed time To pay the wages of his cursed crime In which discourse each godly-wise shall see By truth and reason all confirm'd to be First here behold there more than marble faces T' invert the odium and the foule disgraces Of this black-deed had it so ta'ne effect On Innocents who did it least suspect There liv'd at that time in Northampton-shier A worthy Gentleman allyed neare To Robert Keyes whose Sister Keyes did wed Wherby acquaintance was between them bred This pious Gentleman well known at Court And in his Country of most rare report For Grace and Goodnesse and true Piety Had a swift running-Nag and Keyes must be The man must borrow it for some choice use A staulking-horse indeed to this abuse This Horse thus borrowed as the plot was laid Must unto London forthwith be convay'd And there to stay till Fauks had given the blow Which should have wrought his coūtries bleeding wo Which given the horse was ordered to attend Fauks in St. Georges-field away to wend And make escape by speedy flight from thence They likewise had with hellish impudence Contriv'd about that time t'have murthered This pious Gentleman at night in his bed And 's murthered Corps to have convey'd away To London whereabout his horse did stay And in this interim even Fauks himself That furious fire-brand Alecto's elf Should also have by Villains murthered been And be so hackt that it should not be seen Or known what one he was thus t was dec●reed To pay him home with his deserved meed He hopd for honour they would pay 't with horror His dignity should be his death and dolour He gap't for gold they would it turn to gall Now when he hop't to rise he down should fall Thus Fauks so mangled as not to be known A rumour sodainly must forth be blown That Puritans were authours of the fact And more to cleare their project and compact And make the world beleeve 't was so indeed There Mr. Pickering lay in Fauks his stead Who was the kindler of that furious flame And as prime Authour must beare all the blame The traitor Fauks his corps being sodainly Convayd away that none could him descry There also M. Pickerings horse did stay Ready with speed to hasten him away But heavens all-seeing-eye revengefull hand His hop'd escape did timely countermand And stir'd up some in odious detestation Of that so foule sulphureous perpetration To fall upon him and with wrath most due Him in that manner there to hack and hew To cleare all which hard by him smeard in blood His wel-known horse bridled and sadled stood On which suspition strengthened in that sort Straight must break forth I say that false report That Puritans were authours of this ill And therupon a Massacre must fill The kingdome with the blood of righteous men All that were pious known and godly then By Romish rash and wrongfull accusations Must have bin forc't to bloody devastations Hence hence I say had rufully bin rais'd Clamours of men out-cryes of hearts amaz'd Death threatning tortures in all parts to reare On all that godly gracious Christians were And was not this a craft rak'd out of Hell By divellish furies falsly to repell From guilty on the guiltlesse all their blame And then like Divels incarnate voyd of shame With perjur'd stony-hearts and brazen faces Upon Gods Saints to dash their own disgraces He that the nimble drops can number all Which from the Pleiades and moyst Orion fall Or Bees of thousand swarms wch suck May-flowers Might then have told poor Britans brinish shewers Might thē have nūbred Englāds heart-fetcht-groās Might then have counted all her matchles moans O English Protestants why stand you still As if affraid to curbe Romes cursed will Why seem ye yet to hault twixt two opinions Pretending truth fostring these Romish Minions O cast out these accursed Canaanites These subtill foxes bloody Jesuites Which lye but lurking for a watched prey Whom nought can satiate but your dire decay Impunity does nought but cause them ' bide Sharp thorns t' our eyes and goads unto our side But now to passe to that which doth remain Farther to view this traiterous hatefull train Here then what Satans pseud-Apostles did Shall be declar'd after all was unhid And heer you must observe and notice take That Percy Catesby all things sure to make 'Bout Westminster and Lambeth staied still The issue to observe or good or ill Sure news therof unto their mates to carry Who for their coming did 'bout Dunchurch tarry This impious Dog-couple of traitours base These bold co-partners in shames deep disgrace Perceiving that by Heavens most blest decree Their treason was made known make haste to flee Their prey now lost they both like Bears in chace Finding themselvs now in a desp'rate case Their hearts began to ake and quake with fear Like Dogs indeed they grin rage sweat and swear To horse they haste and swiftly poste away To Dunchurch where I say their mates did stay Which place they had their rendevous assign'd Their after-game to play there to their mind There falsly did Sr. Everard Digby fain His holy-hunt a fat-buck to be slain A hunt indeed like that of Nimrod proud Their farther mischiefs cunningly to shroud A holy-hunt for hell-hounds only fit To hunt Christs lambs into Romes wolvish-pit And as in word so to avoid suspition Of all things for a hunt they made provision Their toils and nets they place with joyfull cheer Their hounds with yelping noise to chace the deer The sturdy stag the tripping skipping hare Their horns they blow which pierce the ecchoing ayr Making their choice of a large champion-ground A fitter for their turne could not be found With shrubs and bushes set commodiously And here and there oaks planted broad and high Convenient places horse-carriers to see And nothing wanting that desir'd could be Yea 't was a plain so spacious that they might An army place in battle-ray to fight In this great heath proud Digby and his train With traiterous Tressam rod about a main And after them a mighty thrust and throng Of Catholikes and others past along Inhabiting the villages about Admiring much the cause of that huge rout Then forthwith all the gallants and best choice Of Gentlemen and Youth with hollowing-voice Do ride and run and to this sport allure All that were fit that

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

would passe credit quite For to these stains worthy eternall shame Add this a peece of these sweet fathers frame I mean Equivocation Equivocation which they use Mens understanding neatly to abuse T is doubtlesse Gyges-ring for hereby they Though captivated can themselvs convay And with a tricke which Jesuites use to try They can delude and few can them descry They 'll smooth and sooth and one thing to you say And yet their heart goes clean another way This ambiguity was Apollo's art Vnder whose name the Divell play'd his part Even Tully may these Priests well reprehend By whom such lamb-skind wolvs are oft condemnd Who if he now liv'd ô how 's eloquence Would thunder-out Loiola's impudence Satan that subtill Serpent did them teach This lying-art they n'ere heard Christ so preach Are not these thē Roms white-divels fie for shame Nought but bare outsides their best-part their name Beleeve me for Christs sacred-writ most true If truth it be as t is This truth doth shew Their practise smelleth of a fugitive Or Divell or surely I am not alive What was the Divell a lyer homicide What 's he a sly-dissembler regicide And with just reason The kings Evill may this Jesuite-divell Most properly be called the Kings-evill If then affinity of manners vile If just proportion of like fraud and guile If deeds so consonant and disposition To practise ' greeable may with permission Availe to prove a truth then Magog know These do a great part of thy warrfare show And palpably declare to th' truly-wise This off-spring did from thee their Father rise Avaunt you locusts hence you spawn of hell From whose black-smoake you are descended wel If still you will the name of Jesus take Let all men know you do it only make A cloake to hide your knavery for you are But gray-wolves bearing in your front a star And since you plead ●ntiquity with flights We 'll justly call you jugling Gibeonites Instead of Jesus Gibeonites take you Judas name Your hatefull-lives will best befit the same For by your works we perfectly do find No part with Christ is unto you assign'd FINIS An oenigmaticall-Riddle to Romes Iesuiticall black-Crows who pretend themselves to be religions white-Swans A Bird of late When birds could prate Said black 's the Crow The Crow repli'de Told him he ly'd And 't was not so Mine eyes quoth he Shall witnesse be That I am fair The Swan so white And Snow most bright Foule to me are The bird again Laughing amain Said strange t is not For ones own-eye Cannot espy The stain or spot Which its-own face Doth much disgrace And vilifie This matter straight To arbitrate The Eagle high Their King they move Who soon doth prove This folly great A mirrour fair Bids them prepare Both large and neat The Crow it took Therin to look Wheron he gaz'd On 's shape most true And proper-hew Which he so prais'd Then with great shame He much did blame His own blear-eyes And all there by Did laugh full high And 's pride despise FINIS A Paraphrasticall Psalm of thanksgiving for Englands most happy-deliverance from the most horrible intended Gun-pouder Treason practised by the Synagogue of Satan the Romish Babylonians and fitted to one of the familiar Tunes of Davids Psalmes to be sung November the 5th Psalm 124. King DAVID against the Philistims King JAMES against the Antichristians IF great JEHOVAH had not stood assistant on our side May England say most thankfully bin our guard guide If heavens Almighty Lord himself had not our cause maintain'd When men yea most blood-thirsty men our downfall had ordain'd Then had their Antichristian rage and hellish policy Devoured us with greedy-jaws and swallowed sodainly Then like huge over-flowing floods which proudly swel roar They all our souls orewhelmed had and spoyl'd in flames and gore Our royall King the Queen and Prince and princely Progeny Our prudent Counsellors of State and prime Nobility Our learned Judges Prelates all best Commons of the Land In Parliament by pouder fierce had perisht out of hand Romes raging streams with roaring noise and Popish cruelty Had all at once ingulft our souls in matchlesse misery They dig'd a mine delved deep in hope to hurt their brother But they did fall into the pit that they had made for other For as a bird out of a snare by furious Fowlers made Doth safely scape even so our souls securely did evade Their net was broke themselvs were caught our God that nere doth sleep In heaven did sit see smile us in saf'ty keep This was the Lords most worthy work this was the Lords own fact And 't is most wonderous to behold this great and glorious act This is the joyfull day indeed which God for us hath wrought Let us be glad and joy therin in word in deed in thought O let us never make an end to magnifie Gods name To blesse the Lord our staffe and stay to sound abroad his fame To tell to all posterity what wonders God hath wrought To save us from the woes which Rome and Spain against us sought All glory then to God on high let men and Angels sing Let heaven and earth and all therin give glory to heavens king And sing and say with heart voice all honour laud praise To God who makes us thus rejoyce So be it Lord alwaies Omnis gloria solius est Domini FINIS * Hos. 7. 4 6 7. D. Baker a late most impudent Apostate who would not license this my Historie because as he said we were not so angrie with the Papists now a dayes though wee never had greater cause than in these our daies as they were 20. or 30. yeers agoe and one Mr. Crosfield a Senior fellow of Queenes Colledge in Oxford could not as he endeavoured get it licensed for the Presse there Nor could Mr. Daniell Cambridge Printer who would have printed it there get it licensed at Cambridge Dr. Brumrick being then Vicechan O tempora O mores a In the time of King Hen. 8th b In the time of Q. Elizabeth c In the time of K. Iames * Iesuitas * The Pope The Whore of Rome makes her complaint to her first born Son Treason * The Divell * The Pope * Fauks is not heere first mentioned as the prime Authour but because hee was so inhumane as to be the fatall actor of this intended Tragedy for Catesby as is afterward showne was the first authour of this Pouder-treason * Thomas Winter was sent into Spaine in Qu. Eliz. dayes by Catesby an arch-traitor Q. Elizabeth * Sol occubuit nox nulla secuta est * K. Iames They send againe to the King of Spain The King of Spaine refuseth to aid them The traitors sit in counsell to plot a treason Catesby begins 4 Motives to the plot Encouragements to treason Coacta fides vix vera fides Bloudy builders of a bloudy Church Psa. 83. Diverse treasons projected