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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A86261	November the 5. 1605. The quintessence of cruelty, or, master-peice of treachery, the Popish pouder-plot, invented by hellish-malice, prevented by heavenly-mercy. / Truly related, and from the Latine of the learned, religious, and reverend Dr. Herring, translated and very much dilated. By John Vicars.; Pietas pontificia. English.	Herring, Francis, d. 1628.; Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1641 (1641)	Wing H1602; Thomason E1100_1; ESTC R203901	60,311	138

Lord Harrington by Dunchurch-heath Together with the Princesse Mary fair And having got this royall female-pair Elizabeth they would their Queen proclaime And on her person sequell projects frame At Dunchurch therfore they 'd a hunt pretend And friends there meeting might that businesse end Lastly they all consult and take advice What forrein Prince they heerto might intice What English Lords and Noble-men to save Who of this Kingdome should possession have Of these and all these circumstances they Firmly resolv'd against the pointed-day Each thing thus hapning to them passing-well To Fauks whom we not man but hagg of hell May justly term a title best befitted The finall fatall-blow was then committed This gastly ghostlike-monster night by night To th' Cellar went all things to order right Which Cellar now they filled had complete With firkins barrels and with hoggs-heads great Thirty and six with gun-pouder all stuft Which should earths intrals to the skies have puft Lord what a puffe what a combustious flame What motion what commotion by the same Had from the Earth into the ayre bin rais'd Hels stoutest furies to have made amaz'd And yet to make the blow more strangely fierce More desp'rately the corps to pash and pierce Upon the barrels they had laid also Great crowes of iron to increase the blow And massie-stones and logs had plac't theron Right underneath the Kings and Princes throne And to prevent the danger of suspect That none those Stygian engines might detect These traiterous hell-hounds with Medaea's guile Great store of billets therupon did pile And fagots so the gun-pouder to hide That it could not without great search be spide Thus having fram'd this Chaos of confusion This seven-fold heated fornace For conclusion Of Englands fatall-doome they now expect The long-wisht day their purpose to effect The happy hoped-day Novembers-fift To drive all head-long with a horrid drift Thus Fauks that ravening-Wolf with hungry-jaws Greedily gap'd to gripe us in his pawes Thus thus he stood prepar'd to perpetrate With more than barbarous most inhumane hate A treason passing Catelines compact Against old Rome with hot Cethegus backt Ambitious Hamans arrogant proud thought Against the Jewes could no such ruth have wrought Inferiour farre to this transcendent treason Was Paris massacre with most just reason And that Sicilian wofull Even-song Came farre behinde this proiect And among The best Chronographers thou canst not finde A fact so foule so cruell and unkinde Not barbarous Scythia nor Tartaria wild Did ever heare or see a plot so vilde Much lesse ere dreame the like to enterprize Than which a worse Pluto could not devise Nor such a palpable Aegyptian-fogg Have rais'd to rear Romes faithlesse Synagogue Wherin they hopt a kingdome to devoure At once with one blow in lesse than one houre Like unresistible remorslesse waves To make the open-ayre the tombes and graves Of our dread King the Queen the Prince our joy Of Englands peerlesse Peers with dire annoy Of all our choice and chief Nobility Of Levies-Sons props of the Prelacy Lycurgus-Sons our Justices and Judges To whom their Romish foes bare secret grudges The flower of gentry creame of Common-weale Her skilfull Surgeons countries sores to heale Her most accomplisht Knights the bravest part And prudent Burgesses had felt that smart Most of the soundest Lawyers of the Land Had altogether perisht out of hand All These I say thus marked-out to die Had not heavens fore-sight given their wrath the lie Smother'd in smoake and dust to th' Ayr blown-up Had drunke full-drafts of deaths most direfull cup Their bodies batterd shatterd torne and rent Arms heads and legs flying i th' firmament Dismembred bodies all besmeard with gore A sight which very Scythians might deplore Yea roare to see and seeing curse the hearts Of all such barbarous Actors of such parts Thus thus I say those pious Patriots had Been All ingulft in death and dolour sad By this most woefull fearfull Stygean Act Likest it-selfe paralel'd by no fact O mischief murther massacre most strange New snare base ware brought forth from hels exchange O Popish cruell-crue inhumane quite Monsters in Gods monsters in all mens sight O wretched work to which all woes are due Great wrack more great than may beheld for true Who present saw All noted All he saw To trust All seen his Own-eyes scarce could draw With such fierce flames of quick Sulphurious scath Doth Rome promove approve her Cath'lick Faith Nay not these reasonable-souls alone Had in that roaring-thunder up bin blown Without distinction or least difference Of mean or mighty people or of Prince Of Majesty or honour sex or age Such was the horrour of Romes wrath rage But many senslesse-creatures they had ment To make partakers of that hideous rent Both those most ancient famous houses fair Of Parliament the springs of laws most rare Westminster-hall fair Englands judgement-seat Yea doubtlesse White-hall had to dust bin beat The Church wherin Kings had their coronation All turn'd to ashes by that conflagration That Church I say wherin the tombes most rare Of former famous Kings and Princes are With precious curious cost and care erected From age to age most gorgeously protected As endlesse trophies of triumphant raign All these had faln dasht into dust again Yea all the marks of Britanes royall-Grace The Crown of England Scepter Sword and Mace Records and Charters which appropriate To all their portion honour right and state O wofull ruthfull these had bin Romes prey In this sulphurious-furious dark doomes-day So horrid and exorbitant a plot So foul a stain so black an ugly-spot Doubtlesse mans tongue before did never tell His eyes behold or in his heart could dwell Nay all the furies of th'infernall-pit Could never surely such foule poyson spit So rare a King so rare a Queen to kill So rare a Prince so rare a Race to ill So rare a State to stab with cruelty So rare a Realm to bring to misery Whom all the world admir'd belov'd of all Whom none but Pope and Papists wisht to fall If a mean-man to slay be detestable Then how much more had this bin execrable If to shed-bloud be cal'd a crying-sin How much more monstrous had this murther bin This mo●● than crying yea this roaring-crime Unparalell'd unpattern'd by all time For these destroy'd what were a Realm but dead A most dismembred corps without a head And as a silly Hare feare laid aside Securely thinks within his form to 'bide Whom when the Country-man asleep doth finde With his plow-staffe he kils with eager minde Even so Romes cruell bloody-dragon had Obliterated Englands fame and clad Her glorious beauty glist'ring name and nation In sable mourning wo and lamentation So huge a throat had this wilde wolf of Rome Christs stocke at once to swollow and consume Who thus at one indeed deep Cath'like blow Had not heaven-only therunto said no Had Nero's most inhumane wish effected Namely all Englands