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
sent To humble men and move them to repent Yet they proceed in foul impenitence And aggravate their horrid insolence Seeming to bid defiance unto Heaven Scorning to take the dreadful warnings given ' The sweeping Plague that Messenger of wrath ' In such as scap'd smâ—ll Reformation hath ' Produc'd nor has the desolating Fire ' A perfect token of Gods flaming Ire ' Burnt up the Cities Pride 't was great before ' And now it seems to multiply much more ' Fantastick Garbs and Antick Modes declare ' How much from Pride their Souls reformed are ' Should any Women have such Children Born ' With such Attire as on their Heads are worn ' Would it not them affright and terrifie ' God may do so it you don 't speedily ' Reform your Lives and cast your Fashions off ' Which make ill men at you revile and scoff ' Though Want though Poverty and loss of Trade ' Do many Men and Families invade ' Yet do they vaunt in Pride and Luxury ' As they had Mines of Treasure lying by ' Some know not what to eat nor how to go ' Yet on the Poor will no compassion show ' Whose unregarded cries unheeded moans ' Whose unreliev'd distress unpity'd groans ' Can scarce extort a Mite such do not grudge 'To purchase Hell at dearest rates and drudge 'To please their brutish Lusts who void of measure ' Consume Estates to wantonize in pleasure ' Tumbling in Riot as proud Dives sate ' Whilst Lazarus lies starving at the Gate A Complaint against Oaths VOlleys of Oaths with horrid Blasphemy And dreadful Cursings in mine Ears do cry Mark but our impious Gallants when they meet Observe the Mode how they each other greet What new coin'd Oaths what modish Execrations What Damning Sinking horrid Imprecations Do they disgorge the Serpents flery hiss That belches Sulphur from the black Abyss Can scarce out-do this Ranting Tribe who count The Man Genteel that is most Paramount In wickedness he that Blasphemes aloud Christ's Blood and Wounds a Courtier 's Alamode How can th' abused Earth but gape again To swallow quick vile wretches so prophane How can Heavens great Artillery so long Forbear the Treasons of a Mortal Tongue Jehovah's Attributes so vilely us'd His Sacred Essence and his Name abus'd Fresh Blasphemies they mint new Curses frame And sins that never had before a name Graduates in Courtship are preferr'd who 'ave made Most quick proficience in the Hellish Trade That Rant and Roar Revel and Domineer As if nor God nor Devil they did fear Approaching dangers can't disturb their pleasure But still they sin until they fill their measure Judgments deferr'd in evil makes them bold Despising such by whom they are controul'd As if th' avenging hand their Lives did spare Thus to provoke him without dread or fear But poor Blasphemer though thou art past by 'T is not t'indulge thee in iniquity Think'st thou the God of purity does like Such ways because he yet forbears to strike Dost think a gloomy interposing Cloud From Gods All-searching Eye can be thy shroud Or that because he is inthron'd on high Thy deeds of darkness he cannot espy Or since his Judgments are so long delay'd Wilt thou proceed and be no whit afraid Wilt thou his patience without end abuse Slight true Repentance and his Grace refuse If so thy Judgment hastens for a Rod Will quickly reach thee from an angry God Because of Oaths the Land does greatly mourn For which my Soul much inward grief has born A Complaint against Drunkenness DOst thou not see how filthy Drunkenness Does reign in City and in Villages Some reel and wallow in the Streets like Swine Whilst others boast their strength in drinking Wine Although to such God doth denounce a curse They mind it not but still grow worse and worse Dread not Examples of Gods wrath at all Nor what to Drunkards does so oft befal Although Gods Word has fearful warnings given That Drunkards never shall inherit Heaven But that their Lot shall with damn'd Spirits be In Chains of darkness to Eternity They Drink Carouse and waste their jolly Breath Upon the brink of Everlasting death What-e're ensues they are resolv'd they will Carouse full Goblets and be filthy still Thus men by Pride by Oaths by Worldliness By daily swallowing Liquor to Excess Defile the Land and do the Lord provoke To cause his vengeance on the Land to smoke Sin sets the door wide open and makes way For all the sorrows of th' approaching day These are in part the cause of Englands woe And will if Grace prevents not it undo But there are other heinous Sins behind Which pierce my Bowels and perplex my Mind A Complaint against Whoredom and Adultery DID filthy Lust and Whoredom ever rage With more success than in the present Age Abominations of so vile a name That their bare mention is indeed a shame What Sin more hateful in Jehovah's Eye Than this of Whoredom and Adultery 'T is rank'd as chief and marches in the Van Of all the gross Debaucheries of Man In those black Muster-Rolls God does Record Of grand offences in his holy Word What more affronts the second Table or Provokes the Lord No fitter Metaphor Could be produc'd t' express Idolatry Than that abhorred name Adultery Besides the terrors of Gods fiery wrath Which judges such to Everlasting death On Earth amongst all sober men they gain So vile a blot so infamous a stain That all the waters in the Sea can never VVipe off nor can it be forgot for ever The loud Embraces of Lascivious Dames VVill rot their Bones breed Cankers in their names Beget consumption in Estate and Purse Produce destruction and a certain curse The common ends that such arrive unto Are foul Diseases Beggery and VVoe They 're sottish Fools says wise Demosthenes That buy Repentance at such rates as these VVho Sâ—n to please an Enemy that strives To damn their Souls and rob them of their Lives God in his Sacred Ordinances hath Appointed such to an immediate Death VVould mâ—n but judge it as their greatest Foe They'd never love nor hug it as they do Each Sex is bad but VVomen seem to be The very Brokers of Immodesty Which makes that passage to be born in mind A Wise and vertuous Woman who can find Your City Dames and Ladies are on Fire With wanton Passion and unchast Desire Providing Meats on purpose to inflame Their pamper'd Gallants to their wonted shame Bare Breasts and naked Necks a Harlots Dress Are strong Temptations unto wickedness All other Sins th' Apostle does declare Which men commit without the Body are But this abominable Act alone Against his Body by a man is done Marriage to all the undefiled Bed Is honourable he that will may Wed But Whoremongers God judges and they shall Be cast into the Lake both great and small The Wiseman calls th' Adulterer a Fool And well he may for he destroys his Soul.
a warm debate VVho loses Error truly gains the field And he is Victor that to truth does yield VVhere e're you find it though in mean aray Subscribe and win the glory of the day O what 's the world but Shackles to the mind VVhat 's Reputation but a fleeting wind VVhy should those bawbles which the Lord abhors Become the Sacred Truths Competitors Away with all such rubs let truth take place And then the Springs of Everlasting grace VVill drop down blessings Unity increase Among my Children as the Fruits of peace Sion's Children Our common danger and the Real sence Which we have got by dear experience Of those advantages our cruel Foe Gets by our Factions will unite us so As that our Enemies shall ne'er prevail To break our League or make our courage fail But speak Dear Mother has some new affright So discompos'd you that you fear our Light Is near Extinction Tell your Sons we pray What are the Symptoms of th' expiring day Why do you Judge that Englands day of grace Draws to an Evening and declines apace Shew some prognosticks of that dismal night That threatens to succeed our Gospel Light. Sion When Sol once touches our Meridian Line It straight descends does by degrees decline Its heat grows less its dis-appearing Light Yields to the Sable of approaching night Just so the Gospel in its Altitude Once shot such beams that in this Isle ensu'd So great conversion that those former days Did feel its blest and universal Rays A general heat did warm this happy Nation From its benign and powerful operation But now it falls and from our Horizon It s vigorous influence is almost gone Thousands of Sermons lately have been preacht But very few if any sinners reacht How ineffectual is the quickening word It shines but warms not 't is but like a Sword That 's fair to sight but has not Edge at all Few prick'd at heart and scarce do any fall At Jesus feet Or have a sense of sin Confessing how Rebellious they have been It is a dismal and apparent sign That night comes on when Phoebus does decline When heat and fervour fail our hemisphere Will quickly see its glory disappear The ev'ning of the nat'ral day is come When harvest-work-men are repairing home So when quick Summons of Omnipotence Removes the Dressers of his Vineyard hence We may conclude the Gospel-morning past Because Gods Servants disappear so fast Can I when Gap-defenders fall asleep But like old Israel for my Prophets weep How can the naked and unguarded Flock Against devouring Wolves sustain the shock When of the Shepherds it is thus bereft When scarce a Moses or a Joshua's left How many active Guides most dearly lov'd By me have been in little time remov'd Scarce can I dry mine Eyes for loss of one But news arrives of many others gone Ah if my head were waters and each Eye A well of tears I could distil 'em dry Bright Lamps extinguish't and no other Lights Appear to chase the horrour of our nights Shook by concussions of my Foes I stand Whilst few are rais'd to hold my trembling hand If thus my Horsemen and Commanders dye What will become of the poor Infantry Who can support the burden of the day When such brave Hero's daily drop away Is summer past or is the harvest done That such Presages of a Storm come on Sure God as Monarchs do intendeth Wars When he recals his choice Embassadors Ah too Licentious world Come look about Before the Lord the bloudy Flag puts out When God from Sodom righteous Lot did call Sulphurious flashes did consume them all Another ground of my prevailing fear That England's black Catastrophe is near Is that as in the closure of the day The Evening-wolves do range abroad to prey So Romish Beasts in monstrous swarms do peep From their black Caverns to destroy my Sheep Such hate the tell tale-Light and therefore hide Themselves in Dens until the Ev'ning tide Their cursed products are resolves of night Like silent Curs that in the dark do bite Another Symptom of the days declension Is when the Shadows do increase dimension So when I look about I plainly see Our Ev'ning Shadows very long to be In humane bodies when the head grows hoary It notes decay of vigor strength and glory Gray hairs are thick upon our Ephraims head His Strength decays his Face is withered When Joynts grow palsi'd and the blood 's congeal'd Into a Jâ—lly can the man be heal'd When limbs grow Stiff and feeble Age does plow Its wrinkled furrows on the Patients brow When heat gives place to a benumming cold When doting fancy cares not to be told Of its approaches to a certain Grave When it rejects the Physick that would save The case is desperate for the Patient 's just Upon the point to be intomb'd in dust Even so Alas This gasping Nation lies Under the pressure of sad Maladies 'T is sick at heart yet seems averse to take That Sacred Physick whose Ingredients make Diseases vanish and would ward the blow Which will I fear produce its overthrow Ah! must our glory like a brittle Glass Reduc'd to fractions into Atomes pass So Rude a Chaos An unform'd confusion Threatning the whole with utter dissolution Once happy Isle I grieve at thy condition Where 's thy Repentance Where is thy contrition Thou hast been counted our Emanuel's Land The Gospel seems on Tip-toe now to stand To bid thee farewel Must thy Sun so soon Be set before it did approach to noon Must that illustrious Morning-light be gone That spread its beams through all our Horizon Must wretched Malice and prodigious Lust Must bare-fac'd pride and impudent distrust Rob thee of this inestimable Jewel How canst thou be so pittyless so cruel Unto thy self Sin is the flaming dart That cuts thy Veins and Wounds thy very heart Can Sion chuse but send out mournful cries And weep thy downfal in sad Elegies Within thy bounds my tabernacles were Built up and I did long inhabit here Thy Gospel-glory and Renown's gone forth Into all parts and corners of the Earth Thou maist be Justly stil'd the place of Vision Though made by foes an Object of derision The Joy of Saints the Protestants delight The Mark and Butt of Antichristian spite But if the Crown be ravish't from thy head And Romish Clouds thy Lustre overspread VVhat heart 's so brawny but my doleful cry Must move to pity VVhat relentless Eye Can see thy fall and not dissolve to drops Oh fleeting Joys Oh disappearing hopes Oh hastning horrour Oh invading fears Had I a sea of never empty'd tears My boundless helpless grief wide open sets The Sluces for its Streaming Rivulets The very Air drest in prodigious Forms Must groan in Thunder and must weep in Storms Nature of strong convulsions sickned is To see this horrid Metamorphosis VVhere Gospel Pastors did some Millions feed Must Blind and Sottish ignorance succeed Must all their throats be cut that won't
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