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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62419	A collection of 86 loyal poems all of them written upon the two late plots viz, the horrid Salamanca plot in 1687, and the present fanatical conspiracy in 1683 : to which is added, advice to the carver : written on the death of the late L. Stafford : with several poems on their majesties coronation, never before published / collected by N.T.	Thompson, Nathaniel, d. 1687.	1685 (1685)	Wing T1005; ESTC R19822	155,892	404

Cheat Of all your Atheism who have none Nor will till brought to Judgement Seat 10. There by Confession purge your Guilt Mercy may meet you at the Stage Tell Godfrey's Death and what Blood 's Spilt By your Designs and peoples Rage 11. Then not till then three Kingdoms may In Unity give Praise to God And all good men rejoyce and say Charles's Scepter is like Aaron's Rod. 12. Then all true Subjects will obey The wild ●anaticks will Conform Then all the World with Us will say God Sav'd us in a mighty Storm 13. If you deny all thinking Men Conclude an Arbitrary Power Design'd by You to save you when Y' are no where Safe but in the Tower The Mad-men's Hospital or a present Remedy to Cure the Presbyterian Itch. OH Happy Soyl unhappily possess'd Your Natives now invade your sacred And that Religion we all profess'd Must now by Extirpation surcease Peace Our Laws are broken Birthrights ta'en away Banish'd or Murder'd Innocents betray 2. This Hell-bred change hath Reformation brought By bold Interpretation of Text What was believ'd and our Forefathers taught By new Dark-Lanthorn-Lights is now perplext New Governments set up the Rabble see A way to Rule the Church and Monarchy 3. Oh treble damn'd Rebels to God and King Who first Arms into the Roundheads hands Taught them to know their Bruitish strength who bring A right of Levelling on all mens Lands Like Hounds unhunted left to their own Chase Seize all that cross their way Noble or Base 4. They love the King as School-boys Masters love Let them do what they will how good a man Correct them he 's a Tyrant none above Them they admit then govern them that can Break up the School a Commonwealth their cry's Learning hath fool'd the World and taught us Lies 5. Thus in this wilful and presuming Age Where Reason's blinded with Opinion For current Truth upheld by th' Peoples Rage They spurn at Truth and true Religion Those Beast-like Rights which greater beasts perswade Are the false Opticks of their cheating Trade 6. Poor Countrymen the whole worlds hate or scorn Led by a creeping Will o th' Wisps false Fire Like him to Malice and to Mischiefs born Leads you to perish in a poyson'd Myre Pride made the Devil what is' t made Thee so Malice so coupled both together go 7. But tell me yet Mad-men have Intervals What end do you propose suppose your Plot Should take effect that Palaces and Halls The King the Duke Lords Papists and who not Should in one ruine fall what will succeed Cutting of Throats making each other bleed 8. For Jesus Christ will not descend to Reign You in his Members crucifie him here In time compleat when he will come again 'T will be to Your Confusion and Fear Order supports the World nothing can stand Without it Beasts have Order and Command 9. Those very Sects who now together joyn Will then divide and each their claim advance This is the Truth I hold that Lorship 's mine 'T is false 't is not 't is for the K. of France For when that one anothers Blood we draw 'T is time a third should come to give us Law Y' are on a Precipice and one step more Y' are lost return for Judgment 's at your dore 10. Recipe Take but one grain of Faith from the Rock pure And fix it fast to the right Anchor-stock Mixt with the Oyl of Charity 't will cure Apply'd to the Heart side Probatum hoc This never fail'd lasts while the World endures Close kept and all Mankind's diseases cures Tony's Soliloquies WHen the Plot I first invented I was ravish'd in conceit To see its frame so well cementeds Varnish'd over with Deceit It was an Infant of my Spirit Nay the Darling of my Soul If its contrivance be a Merit By Jove the Cooper did well Boul. 2. For to give this Engine Motion To arrive where it did tend I fill'd the Vulgars ears with ' Notion And Gospel of my Oaten Friend I anted●ted all Transactions Distinguish'd Stiles of New and Old In the State I made such Fractions Some I bought and some I sold 3. The Mobile I so distemper'd With the Magick of my Care None but wou'd his Soul have ventur'd Where brave Tony bore a Share Have I not in Abomination Held the Miter and Lawn Sleeves And Itcht at a second Sequestration To pull down such Ghostly Theeves 4. Have I not taught the Sanhedrim To Imperate and not Obey They had Genu-flection done to them Which men to Crowned Heads do pay Then would I Barter for Repeal O' th' Five and Thirtieth of Queen Bess To make a way for Commonweal The Centre of Our Happiness 5. How many hot and high Debates In favour of th' Exclusive Bill I bandy'd 'twixt the two Estates Th' effects of my depraved will By Subornation to the Block I brought a Loyal Noble Peer And trusted others to that Lock Which cost my Buck and me so dear 6. In fine poor profligated Wretch For to indulge my Minion Spight My Seared Conscience I did stretch And did Old Rowley's Guards Indict I did espouse all Wickedness And only lov'd what 's purely Evil In that alone was my Excess Then take thy own Associate Devil The Badger in the Fox-Trap or a Satyr upon Satyrs COmus nor Momus now must be my Theam My Muse must mourn in a more serious strein Since I who ne'r could write to humor Men To humor Beasts must now indulge my Pen. One April Evening I alone did lye In my Chamber Window some three Stories high To view the prospect of the welcom Spring And hear Night's Choristers their Anthems sing But all those Chanting Quire soon were scar'd By a voice unhallowed they and I both heard The more the Calm the more the noise increast Voice like a Man but call'd it self a Beast With Hums and Haws and Groans did thus begin Did ever God create so Vile a thing Internal and External Hoddy-doddy A perfect Monster both in Soul and Body Besides my Names and Titles are as Numerous As all my Actions various still and Humorous Some call me Tony some Achitophel Some Jack a-dandy some old Matchivel Some call me Devil some his Foster-Brother And Turn Coat Rebel all the Nation over And some compare me to a sneaking Snail Who keeps its Shell in storms of Wind and Hail Some call me Hydra with a hundred Heads And some a Monster all of Matchless Legs Others the Scab from whence the Infection Breeds Some call me Hedge-hog in a Prickly Skin And that a treble Fiend is wrapt within But a Badger now caught by a Fatal snap By th'longest Leg within the Foxes Trap. Which here was laid for some such Animal When e're I 'm freed I surely drop to Hell The more I tug the more the Spring doth bind me Nay one tug more leaves all my Legs behind me My Limbs and Sinues are so feeble grown That were I loose I cannot stand alone Each member doth

the KING's Life For the First 's sake the Last you can forgive But no Denyers of the Plot must live Nor Conscience nor my Honour will Dispence That I should Murder my own Innocence And rather than I falsly will expose The Lives of Guiltless Men my own I 'll lose Their Art or Friendship was amaz'd to find So great a Calm and Constancy of Mind And when they found eluded every Bait They gave him up to his own Sullen Fate But as to Christ into the Desert led The Tempter vanish'd Angels did succeed So did our Hero's Soul this Combat past An Earnest of Heavens Joyes begin to taste On GOD spent all his Thoughts on Prayer his Breath To his new Purchase he so long'd to go And take Possession that Death seem'd too slow That Tragick Scene to every Eye but his That Day of Guilt to some to Him of Bliss At last appears and Swarms of People crown'd The Fatal Hill for Noble Blood renown'd Of different Temper each his Pleasure finds Part come with Curious Part with Cruel Minds Some only in the Strangeness of the Sight Others in the Butchery and his Blood delight Poor Animals how Savage and how Blind They want the Eyes and Bowels of Mankind And now to Them and Him the welcom Hour Summons our Noble Prisoner from the Tower As some East-Indian Carack homeward bound Of Earth's vast Globe having gone all the round Twice cut the Line and with bold Canvas run Beyond the Limits of its Rival Sun Making to it's Native Port the Cheering Gale With Joy each Heart with Wind fills every Sail So does our Hero now from Storms releast Move to the Scaffold as his place of Rest Heaven this last Favour does to him afford To tread the Footsteps of his Dying LORD In whom live all his Hopes dye all his Fears By whom Tower-Hill Mount Calvary appears On his Great Leader in his Dying State He hopes in Glory as in Death to wait And that his Blood for Crimes pretended spilt Of his True Sins may cancel all the Guilt The Scaffold Steps did Jacob's Ladder seem The Scaffold was a Monarch's Throne to him And with such Joy he did resign his Breath As other Mortals save themselves from Death For those who caus'd his Death was his last Prayer And his last Words his Innocence declare Stafford farwell May thy Pacifick Blood Of Crimes and Judgments stop the Raging Flood Our Blindness cure and by a holy Charm Of it's Dread Thunder Angry Heav'n Disarm In vain their Bloody Guilt some strive to skreen With Forms of Law and Oaths of Perjur'd Men. What weak Excuse how slight those Fig-leaves are Christ and his Martyrs and King Charles declare Judge on which side disputed Truth mustly All swear these swear and live these swear and dye In vain your Bable of a Plot you boast ' Gainst Heaven and Truth your Labour will be lost No more your fancy'd Deluge can prevent Which must with Blood and Perjury cement Already ' mongst the workmen by just Doom Of Jarring Tongues the old Confusion's come Heavens Beacons lighted in a Blazing Star Too sure a signal of Impending war This Corrupt Mass away it self will purge And all by Turns will be each others Scourge Then with his Gauls should Brennus hither roll How will your Geese protect your Capitol The name of TITVS will hereafter sound As once in Palestine on British Ground A Perjur'd Tongue like Records will afford Of Slaughters here as there the Victor's Sword I wish Repentance may their Eyes Unseal And from their harden'd Hearts remove the Steel And that the Victims of their Cruelty As Martyr's Blood Pacifick Hoasts may be God may for them men's Prayers receive When they the Prayers of Dying men believe But if their poyson'd Hearts they will obdure For such Malignity Heaven has no Cure Now Carver thy Instructed Chissel may To the rude Stones their proper Forms convey His Glorious Image better Light will give To make thy Labours and these Numbers live All other Hero's of a lesser Rate Owe to the Poets their Immortal State That lasting green they from their Laurels take Which does the freshness of their Glory make But our high Theam this order does reverse For now the Subject will Embalm the Verse Which as the Shadow on the Sun doth wait Will justly though obscurely Him relate And in that Noble Office shall out-live These worst of Times and Time it self survive Shaftsbury's Farewell Or the New Association GReatest of Men yet Mans least Friend farewel Wits Mightiest but most Useless Miracle Where Nature all her Richest Treasures stor'd To make one vast unprofitable Hoard So High as thine no Orb of Fire can rowl The Brightest yet the Most Excentrick Soul Whom midst Wealth Honours Fame yet want of ease No Power could e'er oblige no State could please Be in thy grave with peaceful slumbers blest And sind Thy whole Life's only Stranger Rest. Oh Shastsbury had thy Prodigious Mind Been to Thy self and thy Great Master kind Glory had wanted Lungs thy Trump to blow And Pyramids had been a Tomb too low Oh that the World Great States-man ere should see Nebuchadnezzar's Dream fulfill'd in Thee Whilst such low Paths led Thy Great Soul astray Thy Head of Gold mov'd but on Feet of Clay Yes from Rebellions la●e Inhumane Rage The Crimes and Chaos of that Monstrous Age As the old Patriarch from Sodom flew So to Great CHARLES His Sacred Bosom Thou But Oh! with more than Lot's Wifes fatal Fault For which she stood in Monnmental Salt Though the Black Scene Thy hasting Foot-step flies Thy soul turns back and looks with longing Eyes Ah Noble Peer that the Records of Fame Should give ●rostratus and Thee One Name Great was his bold Atchievement Greater Thine Greater as Kings than Shrines are more Divine Greater as vaster Toils it did require T' inflame Three Kingdoms than One Temple fire But where are all those blust'ring Storms retir'd That roar'd so loud when Oliver Expir'd Storms that rent Oaks and Rocks assunder broke And at his Exequies in Thunder spoke Was there less cause when Thy last Doom was giv'n To waken all the Revellers of Heaven Or did there want in Belgia's humble Soil A Cedar fit to fall Thy Funeral Pile No Die and Heav'n th' Expence of Thunder save Hush'd as Thy own Designs down to Thy Grave So hush'd may all the Portents of the Skie With Thee our last great Comet 's Influence die May this One Stroke our lowring Tempests clear And all the Fiery Trigon finish here With Thee expire the Democratick Gall Thy Sepulchre and Lethe swallow all Here end the poyson of that Vip'rous Brood And make Thy Urn like Moses's wondrous Rod So may Our Breaches close in Thy One Grave Till Shaftsbury's last Breath Three Nations save And dying thus t' avert His Countreys Doom Go with more Fame than Curtius to His Tomb. But is he dead How Cruel Belgia say Lodg'd in thy Arms yet make so

Flame Which Millions now do seek in vain Eternal Penance now 's thy Fate For having wept and sigh'd too late That short remorse that thou didst flie Is chang'd into Eternity Neglected Mercy hath no room When Justice once has fixt his Doom Prevent them timely by thy Care That endless Penance of Despair Then weep betimes your Tears here may Turn Night into Eternal Day It 's only they have power to move And turn God's Blessing into Love If by the Virtue of his Grace Thou shewest them a proper place Which grant we may for Christ's sake Majesty in Misery Or an Imploration to the KING of Kings Written by His late Majesty King CHARLES the First in his durance at Carisbroke Castle 1648. GReat Monarch of the World from whose Arm springs The Potency and Power of Kings Record the Royal Woe My Sufferings And teach my Tongue that ever did confine Its Faculties in Truth 's Seraphick Line To track the Treasons of Thy Foes and Mine Nature and Law by Thy Divine Decree The only Work of Righteous Loyalty With this dim Diadem invested Me. With it the sacred Scepter purple Robe Thy holy Unction and the Royal Globe Yet I am levell'd with the Life of Job The fiercest Furies that do daily tread Vpon My Grief My Gray Discrowned Head Are those that owe My Bounty for their Bread They raise a War and Christen It the CAUSE Whilst Sacrilegious Persons have Applause Plunder and Murther are the Kingdom 's Laws Tyranny bears the Title of Taxation Revenge and Robery are Reformation Oppression gains the name of Sequestration My Loyal Subject who in this bad Season Attended me by the Law of God and Reason They dare Impeach and punish for High-Treason Next at the Clergy do their Furies frown Pious Episcopacy must go down They will destroy the Crozier and the Crown Church-men are chain'd and Schismaticks are freed Mechanicks preach and Holy Fathers bleed The Crown is crucified with the Creed The Church of England does all Faction foster The Pulpit is usurpt by each Imposter Ex tempore excludes the Pater Noster The Presbyter and Independent's Seed Springs from broad blades to make Religion bleed Herod and Pontius Pilate are agreed The Corner Stone 's misplac'd by every Pavier With such a bloody Method and Behaviour Their Ancestors did crucifie our Saviour My Royal Consort from whose Fruitful Womb So many Princes legally have come Is forc'd in Pilgrimage to seek a Tomb. Great Britain's Heir is forced into France Whilst on his Father's Head his Foes advance Poor Child He weeps out his Inheritance With My own Power My Majesty they wound In the King's Name the King Himself 's uncrownd So doth the Dust destroy the Diamond With Propositions daily they inchant My Peoples Ears such as due Reason daunt And the Almighty will not let Me grant They promise to erect My Royal Stem To make Me Great ● ' advance my Diadem If I will first fall down and Worship Them But for Refusal they devour My Thrones Distress My Children and destroy My Bones I fear they 'll force Me to make Bread of Stones My Life they prize at such a slender Rate That in My Absence they draw Bills of Hate To prove the KING a Traitor to the State Felons attain more Priviledge than I They are allow'd to Answer e'er they dye 'T is Death to Me to ask the Reason why But Sacred Saviour with Thy Words I woo Thee to forgive and not be bitter to Such as Thou know'st do not know what they do For since they from the LORD are so disjoynted As to contemn the Edict He appointed How can they prize the Power of his Anointed Augment My Patience nullifie My Hate Preserve My Issue and inspire My Mate Yet though We perish bless this Church and State Vota dabunt quae Bella negarunt Interrogatories Or a Dialogue between WHIG and TORY Whig WHat is term'd Popery Tory. To Depose a King W. What 's true Presbytery T. To Act the Thing W. What 's our best way to thorough Reformation T. By Lies and Fables to embroil the Nation W. Of Sin what 's greatest T. Perjury W. What then of Perjuries the worst T. By Hired Men. W. What Hired Perjury doth God most abhorr T. That which Religion feigns pretences for W. When doth this Crime portend a Kingdom 's ●all T. When countenanc'd 't is Epidemical W. What follows from degrading a Successor T. A Right of next Dethroning a Possessor W. When shall free Subjects be no more opprest T. When once they know what 't is they'd have redrest W. When shall sweet Concord our lost Peace repair T. When Covenant agrees with Common Prayer W. When shall the Brethren cease to groan T. When Eighty Two returns to Forty One W. Of all Mankind what 's the most Injur'd thing T. T is a French Subject or God save King On the Relief of Vienna a Hymn for the True-Protestants REnown'd be Christian Arm The Turkish Whigs be damn'd And lousie Holwel in their Head Who our blue Saints has shamm'd II. These are your precious Rogues Rather than not Rebel Against their Lawful Prince and God They 'l joyn the Devil of Hell III. These are your True-blue-men Who Persecution cry When They with Julian their old Friend The Christian God defie IV. But he has found an Arm To do the Royal Work And vindicate Himself against True-Protestant and Turk V. 'T was a true Christian Prince That made him know His pleasure And taught the Villains what is due Both to their GOD and CESAR VI. God bless our good King CHARLES And JAMES His own dear Brother And may they both live long live long To Sucour one another VII God bless the King of Poland too And every Christian KING The Name is sacred Hang the Dogs Who do not love the Thing A Narrative of the Popish Plot shewing the cunning Contrivance thereof The Contents of the First Part. How Sir Godfrey is kill'd his Body they hide Which brought out in Chair a Horseback does ride How Jesuits disguis'd our Houses do fire How subtly they Plot the King's death conspire Of divers great Lords drawn in to their Bane An Irish Army and Pilgrims from Spain I. GOod People I pray give ear unto me A Story so strange you have never been told How the Jesuit Devil and Pope did agree Our State to destroy and Religion so old To murder our King A most horrible thing But first of Sir Godfrey of his Death I must sing For how e'er they disguis'd we plainly can see Who murder'd that Knight no good Christian cou'd be The truth of my story if any man doubt W'have witnesses ready to swear it all out II. At Somerset-house there is plain to be seen A Gate which will lead you into the back-Court This place for the Murder most fitting did seem For thither much People be freely resort His Body they toss'd From Pillar to Post And shifted so often t 'had like t'