Brat ' Into the world so horrible as that ' Since Rome Usurpt the Western Monarchy ' Which she still Rules with Fraud and Treachery ' In forging Plots imploying Hellish Actors ' Ah! let us treat 'um as the Devils Factors ' Distressed Sion O how few regard ' My sighs and tears their Hearts are grown so haâ—â— ' My restless Hurricanes with storms and wind ' No ease no peace no comfort can I find ' ' The horrid aspect of these Monsters do ' Affright my Children some they worry too ' Others they seize like greedy Beasts of prey ' And to their Den the Sacrifice convey ' Renowned GODFREY whose immortal Glory ' Martyr'd for me shall ever live in Story ' Let every Loyal Eye that reads it there ' Yield to his name the Tribute of a Tear. ' Brave Soul thy Love and Loyalty do claim ' That King and People should proclaim thy name ' As England's Victim ne're to be forgot ' Fastning on Rome an Everlasting blot ' The Great Jehovah who is only wise ' Permits thy fall as a sweet Sacrifice ' Thy barbarous Murder has made clearly out ' That Plot which none but Infidels now doubt ' Those bloody Varlets black Assassinates ' Curst Executioners of Rome's Debates ' Drunk with Infernal cruelty made thee 'A Specimen of England's Tragedy ' By thee we learn what curtesie to hope ' From Romish Butchers Vassals to the Pope ' Thou led'st the Van first fell'st into the Trap ' From whence they hope 't no Protestant should scape ' Poor Innocent trepann'd amongst them came ' Into their Nets like a poor harmless Lamb ' Whilst they like hungry Tygers ready stood 'T' imbrue their Tallons in thy guiltless Blood. ' Thou little dream'dst such an Infernal snare ' Had there been laid t' intrap thee unaware 'T is strange say some what reason should ingâ— ' Them to make thee the Object of their rage ' Some think 't was 'cause the Babylonish Whore ' Big with a Bastard long'd as heretofore ' For Christian Blood Her Favourites made haste ' In her great need to help her to a taste ' Of choicest Liquors thine she calls for first 'To cheer her sinking Heart and quench her Thir ' Fearing miscarriage when her Spirits faint ' She drinks the Hearts blood of some Martyr'd Sain ' Insatiate like the Horse-leech still she cries ' Give give me that there 's nought else will suffice ' My craving Paunch my pleasure must be done ' This Heretick was a Pragmatick one ' He knew my secret Clubs and would reveal ' My Tragick Plots we must prevent his Zeal ' Let 's strangle him before he does relate ' The Villanies we intend to perpetrate ' Ah brutish Whore of Canibals the worst ' For this curst draught be thou for ever curst ' In the most lasting Records let us see ' This horrid instance of thy cruelty ' This Loyal Knight ne're injur'd thee but stood ' Upright for Justice and his Countreys good ' Will nought but Blood of Protestants give ease ' Or quench thy thirst What mischievous Disease ' Infects thy Bowels Must your Churches food ' Be Flesh of Saints Your Mornings draught their Blood ' Fellonious Strumpet dar'st thou be so bold 'To steal by night into thy Neighbours Fold ' And seize my Lambs Thy Theft and Cruelty ' And all thy Murders shall revenged be ' But since he 's gone and Justice does pursue ' With eager steps the Assassinating Crew ' We 'l acquiesce for Heav'n now seems to call ' And bid tears cease at his sad Funeral ' Let Christians offer through the Universe ' Whole Hecatombs upon his bleeding Herse ' And could their tears increase into a Floud ' 'T were no excess so much I prize his Bloud THus thus did I in Eighty make sad moan For that brave Hero who was dead and gone But Oh my Heart A Cordial presently My Spirits faint Ah me Help Lord I die Unless I have relief I can't sustain My sinking Soul was ever any pain Or sorrow equal to what I now feel My burd'ned mind under her weight does reel Oh since that year what woes have I beheld How have my mournful Eyes with tears been fill'd I then did fear what since is come to pass As in that Treatise plainly hinted was Did Rachel mourn and all relief refuse How then can I forbear How can I chuse But weep and to lament for my sad Lot What Children have I lost who now are not Did I for one such Lamentation make My Bowels now may surely throb and ake When I recount how many since are gone Who murdered were by bloody Babylon 1681. Poor Colledge first before this Idol fell Betray'd to death by Evidence from Hell To drink his Blood there seem'd to be some strife Was twice Indicted they must have his Life Yet they could never shake his constancy Hear his great Soul sing his own Elegy A Poem written by Mr. Stephen Colledge a while before he was sent to Oxford where he Suffered Death Aug. 31. 1681. Wrongful Imprisonment Hurts not the Innocent WHat if I am into a Prison cast By Hellish Combinations am betray'd My Soul is free although my Body's fast Let them repent that have this evil laid And of Eternal vengeance be afraid Though Racks and Gibbets can my Body kill My God is with me and I fear no ill What boots the clamours of the giddy Throng What Antidote 's against a poysonous Breath What Fence is there against a Lying Tongue Sharpen'd by Hell to wound a man to Death Snakes Vipers Adders do lurk underneath Say what you will or never speak at all Our very Prayers such Wretches Treason call But Walls and Bars cannot a Prison make The Free-born Soul enjoys its Liberty These clods of Earth it may incaptivate Whilst Heavenly Minds are conversant on high Ranging the Fields of Blest Eternity So let this Bird sing sweetly in my Breast My Conscience clear a Rush for all the rest What I have done I did with good intent To serve my King my Countrey and the Laws Against the bloody Papists I was bent Cost what it will I 'le ne're repent my Cause Nor do I fear their Hell-devouring Jaws A Protestant I am and such I 'le dye Maugre all Deaths and Popish Cruelty But what need I these Protestations make Actions speak men far better than their words Whate're I suffer's for my Countrey 's sake Not 'cause I had a Gun or Horse or Sword Or that my Heart did Treason e're afford No 't is not me alone they do intend But thousands more to gain their cursed End. And sure of this the World 's so well aware That here 't is needless more for me to say I must conclude no time have I to spare My winged hours do fly too fast away My work Repentance must I not delay I 'le add my Prayers to God
Spirits Lord with speed sustain Poor Nelthrop's gone too and the Lady Lisle Nay more the Gallant Noble Lord Argile Hath Scotland bred a greater Man than he Of Noble Birth and Ancient Pedigree No danger could his High-born Soul restrain He strove his Countreys Liberty t' obtain And it to free from Romish Usurpation Beyond most of the Nobles in that Nation For which his Enemies many snares did lay Both his Estate and Life to take away Who only did design Tranquillity To th' State and to secure't from Slavery Were I but able I 'de advance his Praise And with high strains of grief his Glory raise A Nobleman Just Pious Valiant Wise Able for Counsel or for Enterprize Fit to set Cato Copies if alive Whose sharp discerning Judgment soon could dive Into their Plots though laid as deep as Hell But missing his Design our Statesman fell Success sometimes does not the Wise attend The most Sagacious sometimes miss the end They aim at and yet may not be i' th' wrong The Race is not to th' swift nor to the strong The Battel is not always and we see This Scripture Proverb was made good in thee Farewel Argile my weeping Muse shall burn Her wither'd Laurel at thy mournful Urn Contemn a Monument and scorn a Stone Marbles have flaws and must good men have none But gone he is drop tears my Children all And mourn because that day a Prince did fall Though he be gone his Honour shall not dye My Children shall preserve his Memory Undaunted Rumbold is the next that I Register in my mournful Elegy He both Couragious and Religious was Whose Zeal for 's Countreys Freedom did surpass Most others and although he then did lye Under the scandal and the infamy Of secretly conspiring how to slay His Soveraign Lord in a vile treacherous way Which he deny'd and did abominate When his last Breath he yielded up to Fate So wounded that two Deaths he seem'd to dye Tears drop again mine Eyes I cannot dry When I observe the Babylonish Train Strive all these worthy Mens repute to stain With Lies false Slanders and black Calumny That they unpitied by all might die But to my comfort I now hope the day Is come will wipe all their reproach away That whilst their Souls Triumphing are in Glory Their Fame will cleared be in future Story And that to all good Men their Memory Will precious be to all Posterity But now my Muse back to the West must go And tell what there the Enemy more did do Where cause of grief be sure I cannot lack Brave Patchel next appears with Captain Blake And though I have great store of tears let fall Yet their sad Fate aloud on me doth call To draw the Sluces up and yet once more From my wet Eyes fresh Floods of tears to pour For I perceive whole Troops together come Of Western Sufferers crying Pray make room Why must our names be buried in the Croud And all our worth be vailed in a Cloud Of dark Oblivion Must we always lye Under an Odium of the blackest dye Is nothing due unto our mangled Clay Will none strive our reproach to roul away Can you so partial be What not a tear For us to whom Liberty was so dear Do you disdain to speak in our defence Because some were of no great Eminence Was not our Blood as dear to us as theirs Whose death you do bewail with bitter tears A lust our mean dust be slightly trampled on And disregarded without sigh or groan Ah! Must we ever ever be forgot And must our names like wicked Persons rot No no Great Souls I equally resent The sad misfortune of each Innocent And though some not for want of Ignorance Cry 'gainst your Prince your Arms you did advance Yet your Allegiance sure could never bind Your hands that when Rome's power had undermin'd The Constitution thereby to o'rethrow The Government yet you must nothing do Must every man sit still and quiet be And Law Religion Life in Jeopardy The contrary Jehovah hath made out And thereby our Salvation's brought about Yet Non-resistance is our duty still When Princes Rule by Law but not by Will. When Magistrates pursue that gracious end God by advancing of them did intend Then to resist them is a horrid thing And God to shame will all such Rebels bring But must Superiors be submitted to When they contrive to ruin and undo Their faithful Subjects and o'return the State And their most sacred Oaths do violate Is Government ordained to destroy Or to preserve the Rights that Men enjoy Suppose a Father should be led away T' attempt the Mothers Life and strive to slay His Innocent Children and to those adhere Who unto them malicious Enemies were In such a case as this the Children sure Their Mothers and their own Lives may secure Ought they not then their Fathers hands to bind So to prevent the mischief he design'd Don't Nature teach a Man to save his Life From th' Treachery of Father Child or VVife Must Servants yield and passively consent Their Master from their Bones the Flesh should rent Is it a crime if they won't this indure But seek a better Master to procure Self-preservation 't was that moved you Fore-seeing what was ready to insue To seek such ways to save your selves and me VVhich you thought Just and hop'd would prosperous be And though God did Success to you deny Yet you might act with all Integrity VVhich Heav'n doth seem to Crown now with Applause And to Assert the Justice of your Cause Since 't was ordain'd that spot should be the Scene VVhere the Cause dy'd there to revive't agen And though for what you therein were misled I did lament and many tears have shed Yet I must vindicate you from the wrong You suffer'd have by many a viperous Tongue And will more of your worthy names revive Though at your slips I never will connive Dear Hicks shall slanderous mouths seek to defame And to calumniate so sweet a name Ah! shall detracting malice go about VVith its rude Breath to blow thy Taper out Well! let them all their full-mouth'd Bellows puff It is their Breath that stinks and not thy snuff Oh what a judgment 't were if such as they Should but allow thy actions and betray Th' endanger'd name by their malign applause To good opinion that were a just cause Of grief indeed but to be made the Story Of such false Tongues Great Soul it is thy Glory Ah! is he dead did his poor Body fall By th' rage of man tears cannot him recall Yet might not then have died but his day Might have been lengthned had he known the way To Life and Peace which God hath since found out And for our safety strangely brought about The day he longed for his Eyes had seen If some things had and some things had not been What he saw past Heavens Eye fore-saw to come God saw how that contingent act should sum
The total of his days His All-seeing Eye Though his own could not saw that he should dye That very fatal hour yet saw his death Not so so necessary but his Breath Might have been spared to a longer date Had he imbraced this not taken that Had not a furious Judge condemned thee Void of all pity and humanity Thou might'st have liv'd and seen with joyful Eyes That done for which thou fell'st a Sacrifice Yet that God orders all things right w' are sure The Death of some may Life to more procure But here 's just cause of further Lamentation For one we scarce can equal in the Nation A worthy Preacher who could not comply With what his Conscience could not justifie But hark how th' Enemy doth scoff and jear That a Dissenter's taken in the snare A better Sacrifice there could not come To please the Canibals of Bloody Rome Who do believe there is no Dish so good As a John Baptist's Head serv'd up in Blood. But he 's a Rebel Ay! that that 's the cry Now as to that let 's weigh impartially His dying words now printed which relate He did believe Monmouth Legitimate Or Lawful Son of Charles or else that he Would ne're have acted in the least degree In that design and we may likewise find The rest in general were of that mind And though they were mistaken let 's take care Not to asperse what dying men declare But sober thoughts of them still to retain And not with Obloquy their Memory stain But lo a multitude of Sufferers more Whose Blood for vengeance cries stand at the door Open to them my Muse Ah! do but see What a great number of them still there be Now they are come 't is fit I first make room For the most gallant generous Battiscombe A worthy Person of a great Estate Although he was cut off by cruel Fate The wretched Judge allur'd him to accuse Some other Gentlemen which he did refuse VVith scorn for he abhorr'd his Life to buy By such base and unmanly treachery VVen he o' th' Ladder was he seemed to smile Saying He hoped in a little while He should enjoy a Crown and Diadem Of Glory in the New Jerusalem That from a Land of misery and woe To the Coelestial Paradice he should go Hamling fell too nor was his Innocence Before so vile a Judge the least defence Against the Crimes wherewith they charged him Though altogether free from any Crime VVho neither was in Arms nor did assist Any that were nor any who did List Themselves for Monmouth nay he did advise His Son not to ingage but to be wise And unto Gods dispose leave every thing VVho in due Season would Deliverance bring But he was a Dissenter and for this He must not live for he accused is By two such Rascals as did never care VVhether 't were truth or falshood they did Swear But with the Judges humour would comply And by such Evidence this man must die Next Mr. Brag a Man of good Descent And well known to be wholly innocent VVho though a Lawyer yet no Law could have VVhereby his Life from violence to save When Law and Justice both o're-ruled were And Judge and Jury too resolv'd to steer By the false Compass of the Princes will In vain was the most Learned Lawyers skill None were secure neither the weak nor strong Will was made Law whether 't were right or wrong The Land-mark was remov'd all Common laid And all our English Liberties betray'd But time will fail me therefore I 'll proceed And not forget Smith Rose and Joseph Speed And Evans too shall such a man as he Fall basely and not draw a tear from me Then Madder Kid young Jenkins too all bled Who for his Youth ought to be pitied With Doctor Temple Spark and Captain Lisle Kill'd in cold Blood their malice was so vile And many hundred others who there fell So barbarously there 's scarce a Parallel Of Stirs that were in any former Reign Where so much cruelty was and leaves a stain Upon that time will ne're be wip't away Until the World and all things else decay But notwithstanding so much Blood was shed Some hundreds of poor Souls were banished Bereaved of their VVives and Children dear And into Forreign Countreys driven were And there exposed to all misery And the severities of Slavery The Husband separated from the VVife Depriv'd of all the joys of humane Life Their Goods and their Estates all forfeited And nothing left wherewith to buy them Bread. But should I all their miseries recount They to a mighty number would amount Yet now Great Nassaw's setled on the Throne VVe do not doubt but he 'll regard their moan That on their sorrows he will cast his Eyes And of his Princely goodness ease their cries But stay my Muse for here 's more cause of grief And I have still more cause of Heav'ns relief For now alas two Martyrs I espy On whom were acted a sad Tragedy The one a Person of great worth and name A Citizen of London of much Fame VVho by Time serving wretches that would do VVhat e're might please the Factious Romish Crew VVas doom'd to death by villanous Evidence Though for himself he made a just defence Alderman Cornish was this worthy man That thus unjustly suffered Who now can Forbear to weep or can forbear to tell VVhat to a pious woman then befel Poor Mistress Gaunt most dear thou wast to me Few of thy Sex ever excelled thee â—â— Zeal in Knowledge or in Charity VVho wast condemn'd a cruel death to die Cause thou relievedst men in misery These two I must bewail who in one day By Romish Treachery were swept away 'Gainst whom these Miscreants malice did appear ' Though altogether innocent and clear As doubtless we shall find apparently VVhen their Case stated is impartially As to the woman 't will be shewed ere long That many ways she suffered much wrong VVho by a Jury at Hâ—â—ks-Hall was freed Yet at th' Old-Bailey 'gainst her they proceed A London Jury took her Life away VVhich they may answer for another day On the same day these worthy Christians fell Most of us may remember very well That Gods displeasure ere that day was done Seem'd very evident to every one That his works doth observe and mind his hand In his strange operations in the Land. O come ye Angels lend your glorious Stile Created Beings to lament a while Ye blessed Hosts that sing Jehovah's praise Assist my Muse in lamentable Phrase For now the City Streets ev'n run with Blood Of those Just men who only sought our good Ah! London let all future Ages see Thy grief that Cornish lost his Life in thee Could not their burning thee abate their rage Nor their inslaving thee their wrath asswage Could not Great Russel's death them mollifie Nor Essex's murder stop their cruelty VVould not th' inthralling of Great Brittain do Religion and Liberty to o'rethrow Hast thou not
for England's good And if he please will Seal them with my Blood. O Blessed God destroy this black design Of Popish Consults it's in thee we trust Our Eyes are on thee help O Lord in time Thou God of Truth most Merciful and Just Do thou defend us or we perish must Save England Lord from Popish Cruelty My Countrey bless Thy will be done on me Mans Life 's a Voyage through a Sea of tears If he would gain the Haven of his Rest His signs must fill the Sails whilst some Men Steers When Storms arise let each man do his best And cast the Anchor of his hopes opprest Till Time or Death shall bring us to that Shore Where Time nor Death shall never be no more Laus Deo. Amen From my Prison in the Tower August 15 1681. Stephen Colledge Great Essex Ah thy groans methinks I hear What ne're a Friend hadst thou not one Friend near Noâ—e none to help in vain it was to cry When there were none but Savage Monsters nigh Since thy great Soul could not inticed be Noâ— wouldst conceal their cursed cruelty They make a bloody Tragedy of thee Surpriz'd lest all should be discovered Unto this Dev'lish Policy they were led And to conceal their horrid Plot they try Those wicked Arts which do it justifie Confirming it to all Posterity Though thy Assassinates like men appear Their curst attempt shew'd least of man was there Incarnate Devils certainly they were Ah cruel Tyrants destitute of shame To murder both thy Body and thy Name Could not thy Blood their hellish thirst suffice But must thou die a double Sacrifice What! cut thy Throat with such barbarity And when thy Soveraign also was so nigh The Royal Prison though a Tower strong Was no defence nor refuge to thee long Thou careful wast how to preserve thy life And yet didst fall by a curst Romish Knife Thy Head almost cut off and yet they cry That thy own hands did act the Tragedy â—â—t now we hope it plainly will appear Who the vile Actors who the Murderers were May I not borrow now as many do Some proper lines made on an Essex too Shall such a Noble Peer fall thus by Rome And shall I not drop tears upon his Tomb Shall none who loved him move for a Vote Ye Lords and Commons ye are bound to do 't A Vote that all on that same day o' th' year On which he fell shall mourn or shed a tear Or else be judg'd a` Papist It were wise T' erect an Office in my Childrens Eyes For issuing forth a constant sum of tears There 's no way else to pay him his Arrears And when we 've drien'd this Ages Eyes quite dry Let him be wept the next in History 1683. Renowned Great Lord Russel next 〈◊〉 Is markt out for this direful Tragedy Scarce had I dry'd mine Eyes for loss of one But they another Hero fall upon A braver Lord scarce ever lost his Head Nay few like him hath England ever bred From a most Noble Stem he did Spring forth And had a Spirit â—uited to his Birth Had I not wept so many tears before For him whole Rivers from mine Eyes might pour Had I an Helicon in either Eye The thoughts of Russel soon may draw them dry Great Soul too great for our inferior praise You for your self the Noblest Trophies raise Your Love to Sion and your Native Land Shall mention'd be ev'n while the Earth doth stande My loss and England's too who shall repair Great God! his hardned Enemies do not spare 'T was by the Blood of these Great Men I see England was freed from Rome's curst Tyranny T' avoid the Odium of their cursed Plot Which notwithstanding ne're will be forgot Another was contriv'd wherewith they thought The innocent to insnare who should be brought Thereby to ruin and then hop'd to see Sion and her best Friends would ruin'd be This was the Second part of Rome's design To work the overthrow of me and mine And these two Champions standing in their way With bloudy hands they villanously slay The first inhumanely was Murdered The other they did publickly Behead They charged him indeed with odious Crimes And many others too in those black times Crimes he to th' last did utterly deny Whose Noble Soul their malice did defie But Villains swore and he alas must die O Heav'n and Earth be ye astonished How fain would they have struck off my poor Head Yet of my Blood that they themselves might clear Good Protestants the scandal on 't must bear 1683. Sydney dear Sydney treacherously fell Whom I esteem'd a Prince in Israel Those Laws that were intended for defence Were wrested so thou couldst not have from thence Any relief but thou must likewise dye Although on thee no guilt at all did lye Jury and Judge dealt so inhumanely What hadst thou done what cause of death in the For Sion 't was 't was for thy Love to me Thy Principles were such Hell could not bear The thoughts thereof though publisht they ne're we Thou wast too Just and hadst such piercing Eyes Those Hellish Statesmen doubted a surprize And therefore made thee a third Sacrifice 1684. By Popish Arts many more ruin'd were Poor Holloway likewise fell into the snare B'ing from th' Western World a Prisoner brought By those who fiercely his destruction sought Who at the place of Execution Delivered his Bible unto one Of his Relations wherein he had writ The following lines which I do here transmit ' Owner hereof prize this and bless the Lord ' That yet to England doth his Word afford ' Had I liv'd longer hopes I should have had 'T' have seen times mend but now expect them bad ' Truth will not do for much of it I wrote ' And for 't I die much rather than the Plot. ' Did you know all you 'd say I did my part 'To free you from designed Popish smart And now alas behold my dismal case Great Flouds of sorrow follow on apace Many Religious Pious Men of worth Are rendred vile not fit to live on Earth Observe Rome's policy who contriv'd it so That Protestants should Protestants undo Conscience must now be basely shackled Against its Light impos'd on and misled And truckle like a Slave unto all those Who did Christ's Regal power in man oppose Either their Consciences must wounded lye Under despair for their Apostacy Or if they were resolved and sincere They loss of Goods Contempt and Scorn must bear Be sent to noisom Jayls or to Exile Which many chose rather than to defile Their precious Souls and treacherously dis-own Or yield the power of Christs righteous Throne Up to Usurpers who audaciously Cry All is Caesar ' s due and so deny God over Conscience has the Soveraignty No wonder they Laws violently break down That all our Civil Rights are overthrown That our Just Properties they take away And our most Ancient Liberties betray Since they the Glorious Monarchy of Heav'n
For to invade me with his proud Armado The Hellish Power Treason she prepares At once to blow up Commons Kings and Peers Her hellish brands without a spark of pity Consum'd to Ashes my Imperial City My Justices she does assassinate For many years she has been carrying on A Damn'd intreague for my destruction And all the ways that Satan prompts her to Contrive my fall she 's ready still to do Her spite and malice nothing will abate It 's still more deadly and inveterate Dread Providence shall ever have my thanks That has discover'd her Infernal â—ranks Yea lately she much innocent bloud hath shed And divers worthy men hath Murdered Nay so insinuating too was she That she perswaded his late Majesty To tast of her intoxicating Cup VVhich he unto his detriment drank up VVhereby the Church and State were ne're o'rethrown Only to humor Cruel Babylon These with her other Crimes considered I beg she justly may be Sentenced The Evidence summed up O Gulph of horror O profound Abiss VVas ever mischief half so black as this Thou monstrous Whore what language can express The boundless measure of thy wickedness Throughout the earth thou hast such mischief wrought As is amazing to a humane thought It would compel a heart of Stone to melt VVhen it revolves what Protestants have felt Thy bloody fury and Infernal rage Has persecuted them in every age Thou mad'st the Magistrates their Enemies And all the tortures that thou could'st devise Thou didst inflict as History to us shows Some thou didst hang by th' head some by the toes Yea Millions thou didst burn and broil on coles And others Starve to death in stinking holes Some of them thou didst cut in pieces small And Infants brains didst dash against the wall Upon their bodies thou didst tread like dung Thou hadst no mercy upon Old or Young By thy curs'd Crew were Women ravished VVho then like Butchers knockt 'em on the head Some had their Eyes and tongues by thee pull'd out Some were made harborless and forced about To wander till in VVoods and dismal Caves They found their woful and untimely Graves VVhat rocky heart but justly may admire Thy rage that made poor Children to set fire To fatal Piles in which their Parents dear In cruel flames consum'd to ashes were Thy wicked Agents have some Millions slain VVho did endure the most inhumane pain Thy Bishops Monks and Fryers could devise VVhose blood to me for speedy vengeance cries The ways thou took'st to free a Soul from error VVas unexampled flesh-amazing terror Of horrid Racks whereon a man must lye Tortur'd to death and dying cannot die Accursed Wretch didst thou not give Commission For to erect thy bloudy Inquisition That loathsom Dungeon and most nasty Cell A place of horror representing Hell Where nothing is so plentiful as tears Where Martyred Protestants can find no ears To hear their cries and lamentable moans Nor hearts to pity their extorted groans VVhere Saints in torment all their days must spend Not knowing when their sufferings will have end Thousands by thee were in Bohemia slain VVhose Carkasses unburied did remain Thou mad'st thy Vassals fall upon that Nation On no less penalty than their damnation Didst thou not promise upon that condition To give them full and absolute remission The vilest Wretch that on the Earth has stood You fully pardon'd if he 'd shed the blood Of one Bohemian O stupendious rage Not to be parallel'd in any Age But by thy self 't was judg'd De Alva's crime That he destroy'd no more in six years time Than eighteen Thousand Souls were they so few In the account of this blood-thristy Crew But if the VVretch De Alva's bloudy Bill Come short in numbers yet his hand did fill It up with Torments dreadful to reâ—erse The very mention cannot chuse but pierce A Marble Heart Make Infidels relent Torments that none but Devils could invenâ— But if all this was over little still His Predecessers did inlarge the Bill For from the time thy Hellish Inquisition Did from the Devil first receive Commission By cruel torments which they still retain There were a hundred fifty thousand slain From that black season when the hellish rage Of Jesuits acted on the European Stage In England France in Italy and Spain By thy accursed bloody hands were slain Nine hundred thousand Souls or thereabout Ere many years had run their circuits out Of poor Americans by Cruel Spain In fifty years were many Millions slain The poor Waldenses whose enlightned Eye Thy filthy Whoredoms quickly did espy Thou hast with raging Persecutions rent And murder'd Parents with their Innocent And harmless Babes Thy more than barb'rous Crew Their cursed hands did in their bloud imbrew At once were Eighty Infants famished And many thousands basely murthered When some have fled into obscurest Caves Thy Villains made their hiding place their Graves What part of Europe now can make their boast And say they have not tasted to their cost Of thy malignity What shall I say Of Germany whose marty'd Spirits pray For speedy vengeance on thy cursed head That Sea of Blood thou hast in Ireland shed Cries night and day for Justice now I fix My serious thoughts upon black sixty six Thou bloudy Strumpet How canst thou repair The loss of Englands great Imperial Chair How many Rich men were to Beggars turned When that brave Isle's Metropolis was burned By thy accursed fire-brands of Hell Incarnate Devils without parallel Brave Merchants of their great estates bereft To day Rich men to morrow nothing left Their Wives and Children quite forlorn became Their substance all consumed in the Flame But to conclude I have not yet forgot Thy Powder Treason nor thy modern Plot Nor all thy dismal Villanies that were Done in the Meriâ—dolian Massacre Should I but recapitulate thy charge And speak of all thy Villanies at Large 'T would fill vast Volumes Often did I see The Lord of Life was crucified by thee When his dear members Blood by thee was shed Numberless numbers basely murthered Yet still thou hast the Impudence to say That thou art Innocent ev'n to this day Yea thou proceedest as thou hast begun And lately a great Monarch hast undone Whom thou didst so delude that he did try T'inslave us under Romish Tyranny And probably thou hadst attain'd thy end But that God did to us deliverance send And did defeat thy Hellish Enterprize Throwing thee down that Sion might arise Yea thy Espousals thou didst often break Canst thou deny it Shameless Strumpet speak Babylon I am the Mother Church and hence deny That filthy name I am indicted by The odious Epithet of Scarlet Whore Is daily laid unjustly at my door I am Christs Church his Spouse and only Love His undefiled one and spotless Dove Pray then forbear the Sentence look about To find that Whore and grand Delinquent out Bold Hereticks who never would adhear To the true Faith and Apostolick Chair Have born my just rebukes some
Thou hast contrived innumerable Treasons Rebellions and Sâ—ditions thereby endeavouring to betray Kingdoms aâ—d States and to subject them to the Pope and See of Rome Thou hast laboured to Corrupt and Debauch all Nations by countenancing and allowing Stews and â—othel-houses where filthy and abominable Sodomy and Adulteries are praâ—tiâ—â—d Hast murthered the best of Men even the Saints of Jesus putting them to all manner of cruel Tortures and Deaths that with the Devil's assistance could be invented Ripping up Women with Child causing thy villanous Sons to ravish Chast Women and Virgins and then barbarously Murthering them Thou hast Burned Thousands alive Roasted many on Spâ—â—s Thrown worthy Christians into Furnaces of boyling Oyl Blown their Heads in pieces with Gun-powder Fleaing off their Skins alive Starving several to Death and exercising on them abundance of other hideous Torments Thou hast made Wives to be Widdows and Children Eâ—therleis Towns and Cities to be without Inhabitant Hast burned famous Cities and destroyed diveâ—s Countries by Fire Sword and other lamentable Devastations and hast endeavour'd to enslave others by depriving them of their Just and Good Laws Liberties and Properties Thou hast not only murder'd the Bodies but likewise the Souls of multitudes of People In short Thou hast been guilty of shedding a mighty mass of innocent Blood by cutting off Millions of Men Women and Children without cause and many other unspeakable Enormities hast thou committed For all which horrid Crimes thou hast been Legally Indicted and Tryed and against which thou hast made no defence And therefore by the Laws of God Nature and Nations thou oughâ—est to be Punished according to the following Sentence Thou shalt be thrown off the Ten Horn'd Beast in every Kingdom whereon thou hast sate and all the 7 Vials of God's Wrath shall successively be poured out upon thee by the Angel out of the Temple till thou art utterly consumed from off the face of the Earth The Horns or Powers of the Nations which thou hast deceived with the Swords of good men shall destroy thee Death Mourning and Famine shall come upon thee in one day and thou shalt be utterly burnt with Fire Amen Hallelujah An Hymn of Praise upon Babylons Fall grounded upon Revel 19. 1 2 3 4. ROuse up my Muse attend and hear What Melody is in mine ear For Sions Joy is at the door Great Babel howls and is in pain Now falling is that Bloudy Whore And never more shall rise again The Saints and all that dwell on high Sing Allelujahs constantly That haughty City called Great Which boasted of her lofty Seat Is on a sudden now brought under She prostrate in the dust does lye Hearken I hear a mighty Thunder Which no good man doth terrify For Babels fall'n and Saints now sing Sweet Allelujahs to their King. Out of the Throne voices descend As if they would the Heavens rend With Praises unto God on High For he 's come forth in dreadful ire And hath the VVhore Judg'd righteously To be consum'd in flaming Fire They Hallelujahs sing amain Nay heark They double them again See! How her Smoak does fill the air Whilst Harpers sing and merry are And with one voice loud Praise proclaim To God the Lord Ornnipotent Ah! how they magnify his name With th' highest strains they can invent Again they Hallelujahs sing To God and Christ their Glorious King. Yet this Joy's only in One Isle Which Babel lately strove to spoil Scituate in the Northern Sea. That Heav'n has sav'd from Bloudy Rome Could Ireland too asjoyful be Would God in Mercy to them come How would it add unto our Joys Our Hallelujahs and our Praise A Happy Land thou seem'st to be And greater Glory shalt thou see If by Repentance thou dost fly To God in Christ by Faith and Pray'r And cast off all Iniquity For God will then remove thy fear And then thou shalt have cause to sing Sweet Allelujahs to thy King. Poor Ireland and France also E're long shall triumph as we do For God will quickly crush his Foes Their Bloud like water out he 'l pour Their Flesh shall feeding be for Crows And the Great Whore shall be no more That Allelujahs may be sung Throughout the Earth by old and young Now God Omnipotent will Reign Who will the Pride of Nations stain And make his Pow'r and Glory known His Son he 'l set on Sion Hill His Enemies shall be overthrown He will the Earth with Glory fill In th' heights of Sion we shall sing Sweet Allelujahs to our King. Sighs for Ireland O Lord who hast such wonders wrought Of late as well as formerly And down with vengeance now hast brought Thy Churches bloudy Enemy Oh! look upon poor Ireland And save them with thine own right hand Lord Bless our King and as he 's great Let him be likewise just and good His Enemies O Lord defeat VVho greedily thirst for his blood Oh! be his guard continually From workers of Iniquity Shall England thus triumph and sing VVhilst Ireland still does bleeding lye Ah! this is an afflicting thing It wounds our Souls and makes us cry To Ireland Lord send help we pray Ah! succour them without delay Unite us here and make us one And let our mutual Love appear Let 's never into fractions run And then our Foes we need not fear Whilst Protestants united be No dread of Rome or Popery The Sun on us begins to shine Lord let it break forth more and more And by that mighty pow'r of thine Confound our Foes as heretofore Arise O Lord Let Ireland be Reliev'd with speed and sav'd by thee These days in England seem to us As pleasant as the flourishing spring Oh ' let them still continue thus Prevent our Foes Preserve our King Thy People Lord in Ireland Redeem with thy out-stretched hand When we for Darkness look't and Night At Evening â—yde we did behold The Sun broke forth with Glorious Light As in the Scripture 't is foretold O're Ireland Lord thy beams display Like to the dawning of the day Let not our Sun Eclipsed be Nor Clouds of Darknes interpose Between Great Britain Lord and thee Since thus in Mercy thou art rose From Ireland let 's good Tydings here That thou likewise art risen there Let not thy Glorious Sun appear To lighten only these dark Parts But let the Nations far and near Thy Gospel-Light have in their hearts From Ireland Lord all Clouds expel Oh pity there thy Israel Let Light and Glory there break forth And Popish darkness thence be gone That all good Protestants on Earth In the Truth may be joyn'd in one On Ireland Lord Compassion take Their Sorrows we our own would make Let the French Tyrant thy Great Foe The Scourge and Plague of Christendom Receive an utter Overthrow Ah! quickly let his downfall come Those vile Usurpers Lord abase And pity there thy Childrens case Let France and Spain and Germany Enlightned be and let them see The folly of Idolatry From Babylon Lord make them flee Because her Judgment now is come And they thereby may 'scape her doom Let Christendom new Christened be why should they still believe a Lye And not on Names depend But see The great Deceits of Popery Christ's Name no good at all will do Unless they have his Nature too Let thy blest Gospel grow and work Victoriously in every place Let Tartars and the ignorant Turk Enlightned be with Heavenly Grace Poor Ireland Lord relieve with speed For whom our Hearts do almost bleed Send forth thy Light ev'n like the Morn That it o're all the Earth may fly From Cancer unto Capricorn That all Lands which in darkness lye May see how they have gone astray And be reduc'd to the Right way The fulness of the Gentiles now Bring in and give them all a Call That they may unto Jesus bow And under his Dominion fall That Popish Pow'r which do's annoy Poor Ireland Lord do thou destroy The Gospel-Tydings and good News Of Jesus Christ the Saviour Declare to the hard-hearted Jews And their strong Unbelief o're-power Oh let the Gospel on them shine For Abraham's sake that Friend of thine The Saints be'ng many Members join'd One Body make the Head thou art Lord let them have One Will One Mind Let this One Body have One Heart Then shall I see a blest increase Of Sion's Glory Israel's Peace Out of all Nations under Heaven Expel thick Darkness Lord away Let Power to thy Saints be given That all may thee and them obey Mean while let these three Northern Lands United be in Sacred Bands Let Holland likewise Happy be 〈◊〉 those Great Sev'n Preserve these Three FINIS * Lev. 20 10. Deut. 32. 36. * Rev. 17. 18.