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.
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
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
a graceless Impudence art led By thy lewd train to an Adulâ—â—ous Bed Thou hast dethron'd him and thy VVhorish face Sets up a monstrous Traytor in his place To whom thou hast blasphemous Titles given Exaâ—ting him above the God of Heaven Thou hast not only plaid th' Adulteress But plain Idolatry thou dost profess Of Tâ—â—â—son Murder Theft abhorred things Of burning Cities poysoning of Kings Of â—â—dermining States and furthermore Of Spoiling Trade and making Kingdoms Poor Of horrid Plots of causeless bloudy VVars And of contriving cruel Massacres Thou guilty art Thy bloudy rage has hurld Millions of Innocen's out of the World Prodigious numbers have in divers Lands Been sacrificâ—d by thy bloud-thirsty hands Insatiate Butcheries that know no end Thou stab'dst men when thou pity didst pretend In times of Peace thy horrid rage has shed Bloud without Measure thou hast murthered Perfidious wretch thy nearest Neighbours when They thought themselves the most secure of men Thou hast made currents of their guiltless bloud To run like waters of a mighty flood Yea void of pity your inhumane Rage Destroy'd the Saints and spar'd no Sex nor Age Speak bloudy VVhore hold up thy graceless head Guilty or not By Law thou art to plead Babylon Look down blest Virgin and bid Justice stay Speak to thy Son to drive my foes away You glorious Saints who near St. Mary stand In my â—istress lend me your helping hand All Angels and Arch-Angels I invoke To strengthen me and to divert the stroke These Hereticks will work my overthrow I am amaz'd I know not what to do Beelzebub What needs my Darling thus to stand and pause Thou know'st the Custom of our Romish Laws Though black as hell yet be not so forlorn Swear that thou' rt guiltless as the Child unborn What violence to Hereticks you do Is Lawful honest and your duty too Justice Plead vile Delinquent or thou shalt receive The fatal sentence which I am to give Babylon I do affirm the Charge is false and I All Points of this Indictment do deny Produce your Proofs I 'le stand in just Defence Of my apparent spotless Innocence Justice THat like a Harlot of thine own accord Thou hast forsaken thine espoused Lord Will be made evident to thy disgrace â—y clear Probation in its proper place â—ou say that you your God can daily make Which is an Idol of a Wafer-cake â—f thou dost Shrines and Images adore And proved art th' Apocalyptick Whore â—f thou upon the Scarlet Beast dost sit And lewdness with so many Kings commit â—t clearly follows from these Marks that thou Art a meer Strumpet and hast broke thy Vow â—f thou art by the Papal Edict led â—is-owning Christ and making that thy Head The consequence is clear for thou must be Guilty of Whoredom and Idolatry And to examine thy notorious deeds This great Tribunal out of hand proceeds Call in the Witnesses Waldenses Albingenses Protestants of Piedmont Savoy c. DRead Lord We 're here And with our Just complaint do now appear That Bloody Whore the Prisoner at the Bar Has follow'd us with a perpetual War Because we would not to her Idols bow Nor her curs'd Edicts and vile Laws allow About the dismal year of fifty five A dreadful Massacre she did contrive Within the territories of Savoy Where thirty thousand Souls she did destroy In three days time Curs'd Edicts bid them turn To Popery or they must Hang or Burn. Which when those Innocents refus'd to do Most horrid Execution did ensue Our Brethrens brains out of their Heads were beaten And by curst Villains fry'd and after eaten Our Children rent to pieces Thrown to Dogs And our dear Pastors flung as Meat to Hogs Others on Pikes into the Air were tost And many Others they alive did rost Some ti'd with Ropes they pierc'd unto the Hearts And hung up Others by their secret parts Houses and Barns full they have burnt so that Our sufferings are beyond an Estimat Bohemia Germany Poland Lithuania c. TO satisfie this cruel Strumpets Lust Some thousands have been turned unto dust Our Towns and famous Cities of renown She hath dis-peopled burnt or broken down The ruins still appear and desolations In many places of our spoiled Nations Great multitudes un-numbred she hath slain VVhich in the Field unburied did remain Our Brethren they have hung upon a Beam And then consum'd them in a lingring Flame Some she has into boiling Cauldrons put And many others into pieces cut VVithout respect unto the Hoary Head Into their Throats they pour'd down melted Lead And many other deaths she did contrive Some burned were and others flead alive Into deep Mines three thousand Souls and more At several times were tumbled by this VVhore Because they would not their Religion leave And unto Romish superstitions cleave That worthy man John Huss was burn'd to death For owning of the Apostolick Faith Jerom of Prague to fill her Measure up She made soon after drink that woful cup T were endless to enumerate our grief From thee Just Judge we do expect relief France AH How shall I my inward grief disclose VVhat Tongue is able to recount my woes Prodigious numbers of my natives have By this VVhores means found an untimely grave The Barb'rous Harlot would not be content To Kill or drive them into Banishment But with unheard of Cruelty she must Their Bodys mangle to asswage her Lust Some hang'd in VVater yield their strangl'd breath Some brain'd on Anvils some were starv'd to death Some hall'd with Pullies till the top they meet VVith heavy weights and loads upon their Feet Rap't Maidens stab'd poor Infants yet unborn From Mothers Wombs by bloudy hands were torn How many thousand guiltless Christians were Butcherâ—d in the Parisian Massacre Some broke on Crosses some were cut in twain VVhilst others languished in lingring pain Our worthy Kings have lost their noble lives By Jesuits Poyson and by Monkish Knives I can produce an uncontroul'd record Of many thousands murder'd by her Sword It would require whole volumes to transcribe The bloudy acts of this infernal Tribe Deep dolour hinders what I would say more O glorious Judg Avenge me on this Whore. Italy Spain Portugal Low Countrys c. REnowned Judge those Witnesses that have Their grief presented and do Judgment crave Save us much labour for we heretofore Have felt the same from this blood-thirsty Whore. Besides being next her seat and near her power Her greedy Jaws our Brethren did devour With cruel spite and without intermission We have been tortur'd in her Inquisition No Tongue can speak the unexampled terror Of that curst Pattern of Infernal Horror They count it mild when they our persons burn And Wives and Children into Ashes turn They say they 're courteous when our Throats they cut Or when in Dungeons dark as Hell we are put They say they favour us when they 'l imploy Their Daggers Pistols Axes to destroy In lingring flames they did our Brethren
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