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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50352	The VVhite-Powder Plot discovered, or, A prophetical poeme wherein is most elegantly revealed the secret combination of Hell and Rome, against the interest of true religion, and more particularly against the late King of blessed memory, and kingdom of England. Written before the late unhappy wars broke forth, and too sadly verified in them, which yet the author scarce lived to see. Also a prophetical rapture concerning the future extent of this British Empire into Italy. By George May, gent.	May, George, gent.	1662 (1662)	Wing M1388A; ESTC R217747	25,879	52

thee instruct and see that no disgrace Befall thy self nor any in thy place All Pluto's Subjects shall on thee attend With help from Hell thou shalt not need to send Give pardons for all Sins nay sell them rather For Whoredom Murther though one kill his Father Commit Theft Incest or what ever thing To any Subject that shall kill his King Thus shalt thou heap up VVealth in endless store By Bribes and gifts from every Knave or VVhore Thus wealthy Men from Sin shall never cease In hope their pelf will purchase their release Imitate me thy Prince for thou dost know That Fercer-like I give Christ blow for blow And though I could not overcome by might Yet ce●st I not to work my utmost spight So though thy aim do sometimes chance to miss Yet faint nor but molest both him and his Strike the best Christian alwaies on the face And by all means work vertuous Men disgrace Though ne'r so small their fault yet shalt thou make Them baited be like Bulls at every stake Suppress Religion but be sure t' advance Found Superstition and Ignorance Make Laws and Statutes wherein let 't be death For him that whispers but the smallest breath Against thy Supreme Pow'r so Mighty Nations Shall fear thy Bulls and Excommunications Let Dirges Masses and such trash be brought Into the Churches as are good for nought But t' fill Mens minds with vain fantastick toies As Drums and Ratles please young Gils and Boies The end of Pluto's Oration This said Don Pluto sat down in his place For whilst he spake he stood up all the space Judaa by signs did gratify his Lord For he made curt'sies but spake ne'r a word Then 't was devis'd how this great Potentate Iudas his State Should be conveid unto his Chair of State Some said't were fitting that the Great Iscarios Triumphant like should have a stately Chariot Some said by water he might better go But I deni'd and sware I would not row So far from Styx although it be not far For Styx and Tyber two neer neighbours are But loss might come hereby and you may note And we lose Souls by wanting of my Boat One cry'd a Coach and this was liked well The first that e'r was known was made in Hell Strait six Pegasian Sprights were ready prest To draw the Coach in Harness richly drest Despight was Coach-man whose commanding hand Did guide the reigns and make them go or stand And Attendants At every check who with his knotty whip VVould now and then cause them curvet and skip He had so his Postillian Vain Desire A vile ambirious Dwarff who to be higher Doth toil and moil in mire and dirt full oft And yet regards not so he be aloft In th' one end Judas sits in th' other sat Pride with a plume of feachers in his Hat In one Boot sat Murther and Treachery In th' other Drunkenness and Leachery Twelve Lacquies ran close by the Coaches side As pestilent as any there but Pride Ten thousand Furies rode before and after Some making antique tricks provoking laughter So thus attended mighty Judas road And strait in Rome was honored as God And reason good who else durst be so brisk To tread upon the Asp and Basilisque At first he spreads abroad his potent Theam Charging the VVorld to Title him Supreme The haughty Spaniard he began to puff And swore by 's Rapier and great Spanish Ruff Spain is startled That with the Prelates pride he would be even Scorning to stoop to any under Heaven To stop whose mouth Judas did forthwith call On Pride who newly was made Cardinal And sent him Lord Ambassador to Spain The scope of whose Embassage did contain That Spain should pardons have for Usurpation And Pride should be no sin unto that Nation He likewise from his Hollowness did bring Spain's Popish Title The Catholick King The Cardinal in Spain such favour gain'd That by the King he strait was entertain'd In sum●tuous manner who did likewise give Him maintenance in Spain whilst he should live This news from Spain went posting into France France fiels Who g●●l'd therewith upon great Horses prance Into the fields threatning not only Rome But all that took their parts in Christendom Whose firy fury Judas to prevent Sent an Ambassador incontinent VVho brought them pardons for Idolatry Fainthearted Cowardize and Lechery Though they should worship breathless stones and stocks And Whore and wanton till they got the Pox Yet should these be no sins unto that Nation But only counted for their Countries fashion These things buz'd into their fantastick heads The Apes return from fields unto their bedds This done th' Ambassadors return again The one from France the other forth of Spain The Spaniard sent in token of contrition Both are quieted VVord he would found the Spanish Inquisition The French sent word to Rome he would advance The Pope's Supremacy throughout all France By imitation of these two great Kings He in short time into subjection brings All Christendom within the Papal power T' imbrew themselves in lust with Babels Whore Thus lull'd a-sleep with poison of her Cup Of which all Christian Nations took a sup Hell danc'd for joy for Souls did seldom cease To fill my Boat and glut Hell with increase From Sweathland Poland Holland Germany From Denmark Ireland and fair Albany Came Popish Proselites in flocks to Hell It were impossible the number tell Thus it continu'd many hundred years Untill at length in Germany appears Some glimpse o' th' Gospel and to England came King Henry call'd the eighth King of that name In whose last years and his son Edward's Reign Hells Kingdom lost in England But again King Edward dead Queen Mary got the Crown Our hopes revive the Gospel's troden down Oh then our friends did flourish in the Court Gardiner and Bonner London and Winchester did make us sport My Boat and I on Thames were as well known As here upon this River of our own But as for Lambeth Canterburies seat Old Cranmer left thereon such holy sweat As I had rather spend my time in Hell Than one hours space be bound t' abide that smell Well all Queen Maries dayes Smithfield did flame With fire and Faggots one may without shame Report that Smithfield had more Roast therein Than all Pye-corner yet commit no sin But sure I think that blood for vengeance cry'd ' Gainst Rome and Hell for then Queen Mary dy'd Whose too stout sister banished the Pope Q. Eliz. His Masse-Priests suffering penance in a Rope And although Rome did oft stout spirits send With strange devises for to work her end Yet could they ne'r prevail good reason why For she had help which man could not espy As in her life so did she at her death Her Crown and Kingdom unto one bequeath As far declining from Romes pow'r as she As by his own hand-writing you may see Whose Son Great Charls is of his fathers