instatued Lucifer Apollo I command thee let us know If thou be that great God to whom we owe Honour Divine and daily Sacrifice Be brief and speak delude us not with lyes I must confess the conscious Fiend reply'd There doth no power Divine in me abide I am of those damn'd Legions which were driven By great St. Michael from the gates of Heaven And we since then strive through inveterate pride Amongst the simple to be Deifi'd To whom the Martyr thus reply'd again I charge thee Satanist here to explain Who is that mighty God whose dreadful power We justly ought to honour and adore Christ Jesus is true God the Fiend reply'd And their 's no other God indeed beside St. George said then how Rebel to my God Durst thou near me his servant make abode Which powerful words did with more terror sound Then Josua's trumpets did which threw to ground The Walls of Jerico for loe the Temple From the foundation gan to shake and tremble Wherewith the Idol in small parcels fell And with strange noise the Fiend departs to Hell Th' amazed Romans at this accident Were suddenly involv'd with wonderment And then with cloud delacerating cryes Bless'd Jesus Christ which open'd their blind eyes But who can pen those plenary delights Which did possess those Roman Convertites Come Muse thou must thy faculties advance And figurate them with all exuberance On that blest Friday when Jehovahs Son Perform'd the work of our Redemption He did descend and opened Limbus gate And those imprison'd souls discarcerate What joy did that great Goal-delivery bring When Christ had cancelled our bond of sin But to declare the great and fluctuous strife Of Caesars brest no Muse can pen to life He was more pinch'd and frighted with those cryes Then Acteon with his hounds and horned guise His words were all with sparks of fire repleat Hotter then Vulcan from his forges beat His oblique eyes did blaze with flaming fire And blistred where they look'd with rageful ire Such was the Tyrants grief such joy abounded With Romans when Apollo was confounded But in this Jubile the barbarous Guard Commits the Martyr to his former Ward Where all Apollo's Priests and raskal slaves Discharge on him their hate with whips and staves But Caesar after all these wonders still Stood individually compact with Hell And shared both in sorrow and confusion With this Avernist in his just exclusion And for his absence fiercely rageth still Like furens Hercules on Aetna's Hill But at the last Apollo's deep disgrace Made the confounded Tyrant leave that place And overwhelmed with sad discontent Unto the Palace from the Temple went Where his obsequious Lords their chief surround But could not balsomate his gangrend wound For as the wounded Whale forsakes the brine And to the fatal shore doth draw a line That English Fishers do find out his gate And with their Guns his wounds multiplicate So Caesar fared but why give I that name To him that was but Satans counter-pane Their comfort he declines resolv'd to follow No counsel but of his old damnd Apollo Who both confounded stand with grief and shame Like Bajazet led in his iron chain To have his shoulders made a footstool on For Tamberlane to mount his horse upon And both sufflate with malice there did stand For to behold Jehovahs gratious hand Work such great wonders for the Martyrs sake In all the sufferings he did undertake What rage and malice did those Vassals smother And with what oblique eyes view'd they each other O that some curious Limner of our age Could purtrait them in this same very page To please the English Reader of this story With Caesars shame and their great Patrons glory But some which knew the nature of his sore Was like to theirs Achilles Lance did gore To cure the same and please the Tyrants mood Present the Martyr all begoar'd with blood But to excruciate that prophane delight This sanguinary Wolf took in this sight Behold the Empress Alexandra came And boldly did confess Christ Jesus Name Intreating of St. George his prayers that she Might in the Christian faith perseverant be And with her tears his bloody feet did bath Kissing the wounds he suffered for his Faith Which did the hateful Tyrant so incense He made Orlando's rage tame patience And such flagitious blasphemies did spue As sainted that foul Monster David slew And even with Lucifer might justly vie Facinorous guilt for Hells supremacy But when this earths great Lucifer at last Had his defiance against Jesus cast Thus he the remnant of his Hellish hate Against the Empress doth evaporate Why do not tardy Devils this strumpet bear To th' under Bridewel which disturbs us here And in our presence in despight of us Doth here become so meretricious That with her tears and kisses she doth crouch To this Inchanter whom we hate so much O vultuous impudence spectators say Is she a Woman or some Succuba But she no responsory word at all Daign'd those invectives Diabolical But prostrate still implores the aid Divine That she may never from her faith decline But this great zeal which did her soul inspire With vilependence of the Tyrants ire Put his blood-thirsty heart unto more pain Then if some greedy Vulture grasp'd the same But as some glutton which through surfeit sore Abhors those delicates he lik'd before Caesar through those affronts he had of late The Martyrs presence did most deadly hate And gladly now would free himself of them That so oblivion might decrease his pain Wherefore in haste his bloody Grooms he calls And bids them lead the Saints without the Walls And cutting off their heads their bodies throw Into the ditches food for Kite and Crow In which imployment every Vassal tryes Who should exceed in their immanities Cutting with corded gives their tender veins That bloods effusion might augment their pains And as they led them to th' appointed place Those hateful Vassals ply'd their whips apace Until the bloody showrs their bodies ran The dusty wayes with sanguine tincture stain Which dear expence of blood and tedious gate This Royal Empress did debilitate And her own weight her bloodless limbs opprest Enforcing her upon her knees to rest And as a Rose o're-sway'd with showers of rain Do's hang its sweet top to the grassy Plain This languid Lady doth her face Divine Surcharg'd with bleeding to the ground decline And with her prostrate prayers her soul expires Receiv'd by Angels to celestial quires By whose departure now remained free St. George from all his great anxiety Her souls security by loss of breath Doth now so much facilitate his death That pardon'd wretches from the Jaylors room Went with less joy then he to Marty rdom Where his beheading stroke at last was given Whilst Angels Plaudits in the Court of Heaven Conducted his great spirit unto rest Under Heavens glorious Altar ever blest ' Mongst those great Conquerors in the Martyrs Wars Whose crowns are Sun beams and their foot-stool Stars FINIS Books sold by William Crook at the three Bibles on Ludgate-Hill near Fleet-bridge THe Pillar of Gratitude by Dr. Gauden Two Sermons preached at the Temple by Dr. Gauden Plain Mathematician being an Explanation of the hardest Problems in Geometry making easie Geometrical Arithmetick Meususuration Dyalling c. and other difficulties of Geometry by Th. G. Sin Dismantled showing the loathsomness thereof in laying it open by Confession with the remedy for it by Repentance and Conversion wherein is set forth the manner how we ought to confess our sins to God and Man with the Consiliary Decrees from the Authority thereof and for the shewing the necessity of Priestly Absolution removing the disesteem the vulgar have of Absolution setting forth the power of Ministers c.
Priests give their consent We by removal scape this punishment For Jove as all our Priests affirm did bring This Monster for to vindicate our sin And therefore do we offer every day A Maid of noble linage for his prey By Joves decree whose Priest expresly saith Those Virgins blood must expiate his wrath And having had Joves preordained number The monster will no more our Land incumber But at the last their Sacriledge did bring Unto that fate the daughter of our King Who for her birth sake hath by Joves consent An hundred dayes to her in respite lent But then as an Oblation must be ty'd Unto a Pillar neer the Cities side Upon the margent of a Lake profound Which doth circumplicate an Orb of ground Wherein this ugly Dragon hath his Den Within the concave of a loathsom Fen From whence he cometh to the Town each day To fetch the Virgin his oblated prey Which if he find not at the pillar plac'd His pest and ravine doth our City waste Now therefore Romans unto you I came Because to us it is divulg'd by fame Here is a God call'd Jesus Christ whose power Surpasseth all the gods that we adore And that his servants far more potent are Then Mars Apollo or great Jupiter If therefore that great God would some design And him invertue with his power Divine To kill this Dragon and set free our Land His Altars should in all our Temples stand And that same Champion so select by him Shall have great honours from th' Arabian King Which words did make that canvass builded City Much moved both with wonder and with pitty But not a tongue durst speak of Jesus Name Lest his bold words to Caesars hearing came Until St. George whose never daunted brest Much longing to divulge the power of Christ Replied Arabian loe I am the man Which dare encounter that Leviathan And shall thereby discriminate the odds 'Twixt Jesus Christ and your deluding gods For if I do not Heavens decrees misconster I am design'd the ruin of that Monster And hope my Imperial Lord will lend to me Some certain time to set that Princess free And if I do survive I vow my hands Shall expeditiously wait his commands But by these words the Emperor did find His General was to Christian Faith inclin'd And vexed said Let the mad Christian go I cannot match him with a fitter foe But then the Arabian said Brave Champion know It is not your hand nor a thousand moe Can conquer him Christ must his Champion save Or the great Dragons guts must be his grave But yet this fearless Knight himself addrest Unto Arabia on this famous quest And came at last conducted by his Guide Unto Berytus their chief Cities side Upon whose Walls the Citizens appear In sable Robes to shew their mournful cheer Expecting now this being the latest day To see the Dragon fetch his Royal prey But as they gaz'd behold this Christian Knight Approached neer upon a Courser bright On whose white back reflective Sun-beams shine From his guilt Armor like some light Divine Making th' amazed gazers to suppose Some glory did both man and horse inclose And others which were more idolatrous Thought him their day-god on his Pegasus But surely of this Knight spoke David then That God from Angels scarce distinguish'd men For he appeared in as glorious show As that arm'd Angel came to Jerico For never Knight in combat lift but he Appeared with such God-like Majesty Nor of our English or Barbarian breed Could ever Horse compare with his white Steed So that all circling Titan ne're lent light Unto so brave or so well-mounted Knight But as St. George rode thus in Martial guise Loe his fair eye as fair an Object spies For here alas the Kings sole Daughter stands Ty'd to a Pillar by her dainty hands This being th' appointed day her woful fate The Priests of Jove would not procrastinate So there she stood and like an Angel shone In purest lawns fret o're with gold and stone Which scarce her bosoms candor could conceal It gave such luster through that slender vail Her dangling tresses strove her face to hide Scorning to prostitute rich natures pride Or lest some eyes gazing on her fair cheek Should lose themselves and have their light to seek For she all Ladies did surpass as far As orbed Cynthia doth the dimmest star And nature had exprest in her such power As she ne're daind to shew the world before For since th'alternate course of nights and dayes Shone never Lady with such sideral blaze And sure her piteous looks were then so sweet As had made Tygers prostrate at her feet Or calm'd the Dragon with her eyes sweet glance Without th' assistance of St. George his Lance But as she raised her dejected eyes St. George the star of Knighthood she espies Who after congeant tender of his duty To her the Phenix of all mortal beauty Said Royal Princess I am a Christian Knight Which with this dreadful Dragon came to fight Drawn hither from th' Italian Wars with pitty Of your distress and this abused City And am resolv'd to win your liberty Or have precedence in your Tragedy Brave Knight said she again return again I prize thy love but thy attempt is vain Hadst thou the cloud-supporting Atlas power Or wert sublime and strong as Babels Tower The suffocation of this Dragons breath Would leave thee inclos'd in the cold arms of death For Jove himself did this great Monster bring Thou dost oppose our gods opposing him What honour then bold Knight canst thou attain To cast thy self away for glory vain Or what avails it now proud Phaeton That he rid in the chariot of the Sun Do not therefore such daring actions follow Take councel and be not thy own Apollo To whom the valiant Knight reply'd again Fair Princess you do much mistake my aim My youth 's not heated with vain glorious fire Nor your rare beauties which all else admire I came not hither on such vain pretence My mission is of greater consequence The finger of the Christian God points me To overthrow your vain idolatry This Monster here was meerly bred by kind Nor was he hither sent by Jove assign'd Though Jove would now the King tempt to such evil As offering his fair Daughter to the Devil For trust me Madam those you gods do call Are manufacts and things inanimal Wherein the damned spirits augurize To make the simple give them sacrifice Yet know not those damn'd Angels things to come Nor have they prescience of the Almighties doom But intermix conjectural truths with lyes Which proves they are but Devils not Deities But Jesus Christ torments those gods of yours Which are but damned subterranean powers With dateless pains Nor could they move from thence But by the leave of his Omnipotence Be happy then and expiate Gods wrath By your conversion to the Christian Faith And doubt not but he will invertue me In spight of all
loe Gods vineyard with more glory grows When on her Vines some stormy tempest blows For as these Martyrs pass'd to joys Divine Behold another would their number trine For to the presence the great Empress press'd And with bold zeal the Christian faith confest Which words from her did pierce the Tyrant through Like arrows sent from vext Diana's bow But lest her words his rage should more insence Magnentius did by force convey her thence Yet though her purpose he did thus restrain Her lives bold tender did inroul her Name In Heavens great Register and was to be Commartyriz'd with St. George by Gods decree Shown by the last conclusion of this story To both their honours and eternal glory But now the Jaylor and his bloody men Injayl'd St. George within a sordid Den The Mort-house where grim deaths Artillery lay Where many groaning souls took leave of day But loe th' effect of Esaiahs Prophesie Go down into a house of earth said he And in that solitude thou shalt have given Delightful soliques from gratious Heaven For here the Holy Ghost on him conferr'd Those comforts are in Princes Courts debar'd But now whilst Caesar did revolve his brains How to torment St. George with deadlier pains Some Hellish Salamander did inspire His hot ubiqueous brain to chuse the fire Which like to Lucifers just agent he Put into practice expeditiously And bid his Grooms so great a Lime-pit make As the profundity made all men quake For like Joves oak this flaming element Was both in depth and heigh equivalent These flames did pass that Babylonian fire Which forty cubits did in height aspire And being proud with too much fuels force Serove even to sindge the wings of Titans Horse That well by just resemblance it might warn The guilty Tyrant of the deep Avern And now the Romans flock both young and old In numerous crouds this Furnace to behold That scarce the fire which cinderiz'd Troys Town Had more spectators then these fires of Rome About the which all circularly standing In spatious distance Caesar so commanding Behold St. George led with an armed Guard Came for to see what Caesar had prepar'd A spectacle which the spectators frighted Yet this undaunted Champion much delighted For his undoubted Creed to him did tell Before Christ entred Heaven he entred Hell And therefore entering this flaming Pit Was made more perfect type of Christ by it For the far greater flames of heavenly love Imbosom'd in this Martyr from above Made these exterior flames his eyes delight As Sun-beams do the frigid Muscovite That scarce his obvious footsteps could refrain From leaping into that voracious flame Which sight the Tyrant with such grief possest That inward rage made Bon-fires in his brest And did exclaim his tardy Grooms did not The holy Martyr in the furnace put Which they performing cease not for to throw Huge heaps of Lime-stone on the Saint below O how the conquering Church by this thy flame Most sacred Marty rwon eternal fame This fires sublime and flaming rutilance The Churches glory did as far advance As where cold ice doth glaze salt Neptunes brest And where hot Titan fires the Phenix nest And these great tortures which St. George did take With patience for his dear Redeemers sake And these so great and many wonders he Did in defence of Christianity Made this Saints life of such a great esteem With him which wore the triple Diadem That when our English King did go to Rome To visit him which sits in Peters room The Pope thought then he had no nobler thing For to present unto our English King Then this Saints heart put in a golden Urn With which his Majesty did back return But vexed Pluto raging for to see This English King 's great zeal and piety With Aeolus and Neptune both compact To have that Royal Relick-bearer wrackt And 'twixt these two inexorable gods Did spread such malice and pernicious odds That angry Aeolus in deep disdain Plow'd up the Champion of the Ocean Plain With lofty ridges which did kiss the skie And furrows which laid bare the scaly fry In brief that time the fierce Leviathan Turn'd upside down the boyling Ocean The Seas and Pilots were at noiseful strife And all the Navy quite dispair'd of life The pious King to Heaven made his address And praying to St. George for intercess Heavens in a moments time did counter-trench The vast vaults of the wind Gods flatulence Who swaging his swoln cheeks doth but suspire To pacifie Jehovahs kindled ire And Neptune disadvancing trisulk yields To smooth the surface of his azure fields Th' amazed Seamen wondring much from whence Proceeded such a sacred indulgence Erected all their sail and joyful pass To see the Sea become their looking-glass The King return'd for this strange preservation Did chuse St. George for Patron of our Nation And with great reverence kept St. George his heart As Jews the rod of Moses in the Ark But lest Phanaticks ignorant and bold Sufflate with malice at my Verses scold Th' authority of Scripture shall decide What sacred power in Relicks doth abide Had not the Handkerchief of great St. Paul A sacred power to cure diseases all Did not St. Peters shadow do the same And cur'd as many as within it came And once the Jernsalemites did bear A certain dead man to his Sepulcher Without the Walls the Scouts returning said The enemies approach'd whereat dismaid They laid the dead man in a cave of stones Upon the Prophet Eliseus bones And that same Scripture clearly doth explain The Prophets bones rais'd the dead man again And that same dead man did walk back with them As their Sodalie to Jerusalem But pardon Reader my digression here It was my zeal unto my Patron dear And now to him I must return again Strongly inclos'd within that scorching flame Wherein remained now this flower of Knights Till Sun and Moon gave their alternate lights After which time the Tyrants rage begun To wish his lingering Tragedy was done And willing to be freed from further doubt Commands his Grooms to seek his Relicks out And to intrench them deeper in the stones That so the fire might pulverize his bones At which command his Grooms did run apace All interenvious each of others graee Striving who first should lend their grateful breath To tell their great Lord of St. George his death Whilst Romans novelous to know his fate These bloody Vassals all concomitate But loe these searchers find this Heaven-dear Knight Safe and environ'd with so great a light That he might well after his tridian pain Resemble Christ return'd from Hell again Whilst gazing Romans his bright glory fear Like Pilates watch-men of the Sepulcher But one of those spectators quickly went T' acquaint the Tyrant with this accident Which news unto inraged Tyrants ear More obsonant and more confounding were Then Jeroboams wives unwelcom breath Telling the King that God pronounc'd his death And with a poyson swell'd the Tyrants