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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

mind So that we are almost past hope to find Any redress in England yet we hope'd That when their King had with Queen Mary cop'd We should have gotten in by means of France And by Queen Maries means our cause advance But she 's more like to Mary Christs dear Mother Than their last Mary Queen or any other Yet under colour of that Flower de Luce Our Priests make bold to chatter and seduce So that in England we have better store Of Papists now than three-score years before By this and other grievous sins we know Which in that Land do plentifully flow We hope such Bills against them to preferr As shall take place at Gods Tribunal Barr. As he is mercifull so is he just And Sinnets certainly he punish must If We for one sin were cast down to Hell And they unpunish'd pass he doth not well For our one sin we 'l prove at least a score Imbrac'd by them if not a thousand more We stay but till our Prince return again And then we hope to work their utter bane Now have I done I can no longer stay For Pluto calls and I must needs obey Charons Tale ends Thus with a clownish tone his tale he ends Then to his rusty Boat in haste he wends My Angel smil'd to see this hasty Devil How swift are they said he to run to evil But we 'l prevent their haste and be in Hell Before they come to hear Achitophel Dispute with Judas for the Speakers place And yet we 'l be concealed all the space Then were we there before one could devise To think one thought or twinkle with one's eyes The place was wondrous spacious dark as night Hell described But that Sulphureous fire did give some light The noyse was marvellous the shrieks and howls Which pierc'd our ears from Hell-tormented Souls The several torments I cannot declare But wish all men take heed they come not there Scarce had we view'd this ghastly spacious round But that we heard a strange disordered sound Much like the noise of some Rebellious rout Such burly burly was made all about By which we guest that place was then prepar'd Against the Disputation should be heard And as we thought so did the matter prove A Parliament in Hell For strait came Pluto and with him his Love VVith whom such multitudes of Devils came As it is past all cunning for to the name The Rable set in some disordered order There stood up one I think 't was Hells Recorder VVho after Declaration of the cause Of this their meeting took a little pawse Then roaring out aloud he did proclame In their great Prince Don Plutoes dreadfull name That none should dare once silence for to break VVhil'st the two Disputants had ought to speak This said Ahithophel appear'd in place And then came Judas with a shameless grace VVho strait began in vile unmanner'd sort VVithout leave ask'd t' break silence in the Court But Pluto sharply him then reprehended Although said he thou art to be commended For much good service yet I must thee tell Thou art much younger than Ahithophel So that when he his mind hath first declar'd My friend at large thou likewise shalt be heard This caused Judas cease then strait began Ahithophel to stroak his beard and than Obeysance made with thanks unto his Prince He thus begun Ahithophels Oration Most dreadfull Monarch since It is thy pleasure so far me to grace To give me such preheminence of place And you my Lords and fellow Furies all By him assembled in this spacious Hall Give me but leave t' unfold my mortal life Then judge of me this Judas and our strife My famous Counsel unto David King Of mighty Judah through the Word did ring He and his Princes did my cousnel follow More than the Oracles of great Apollo No thing was done which pleased not me well No Counsel then but from Ahithophel Thus did I flourish in that famous Court For many years as Scriptures do report Until proud Absalom began t' rebel Oh then began thy fall Ahithophel For though my Master was King Prophet Priest And more than that the Type of Jesus Christ Yet did I Oh abominable thing Seek to betray this Prophet Priest and King Read Histories and Scriptures o're and o're And you shall never find the like before And yet not satisfi'd with this great evil To show I lov'd my Soveraign Lord the Devil I sacrifiz'd to him my latest breath So to make sure my everlasting death Having a great desire with him to dwell And rather than see David live in Hell I know that many foolish Jacks and Gills Have come to Hell but sore against their wills In hope to rid themselves from further pain But I of malice and of proud disdain Did chuse this place because I was perswaded I should not meet my wronged Master David VVhere I have dutifully ever since Attended on the person of our Prince Now having both Antiquity and fame Preceding Judas I do hold it shame To stand in competition with a fool VVho ne'r was train'd like me in wisdoms school I hope this is sufficient and will try VVhich of us twain Iscariot or I Deserve the more respect in each degree And therefore judge betwixt the fool and me Ahithophels Oration ends Then sent the Devils out a mighty yell Casting up fire-brands cry'd Ahithophel Ahithophel Ahithophel cry'd they Must have the place come let us not delay To give our voyces all with one consent He may be Speaker in this Parliament Nay soft said Judas you must hear me speak Or else you cause our Prince his promise break And when at full I have declar'd my mind Then give your voyces unto him you find The best deserving for our King and Hell VVhether to me or proud Ahithophel Then Pluto said they could not well deny His reasonable sute therefore reply VVith expedition what thou hast to say For often danger is bred by delay Thus Judas having leave did forthwith rise And on Ahithophel did fix his eyes Iudas his speech I wonder said he this man hath a face VVith me to make contention for this place For I can cause him eat each word he spake And for his folly me amends to make One but half-witted marking every word May well perceive they very much afford For my avail for see how he begins Even at the first fool like to break his shins He was of Counsel to a mighty King A goodly Dish nay more to mend the thing Not onely King but Prophet and a Priest And Type of that immortal Jesus Christ In one of these thou art mistaken why He was no Priest and therein do'st thou lye Now judge of this and of the rest beside He serv'd the Type and I him Typifi'd He did the shaddow I the substance serve In all his life and never from him swerve But followed him and was of credit such I all his Treasure kept though ne'r so

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. LONDON Printed and are to be sold by Francis Grove Stationer on Snow-hill and by Francis Mawborn Stationer in York 1662. Courteous Reader IT would be too much of injury to thee to detain thee any time with a tedious Epistle and to avoid that I only in short give thee this account that the Book thou art now about to engage thy pains in if thou dost not read it too slightly over will not fail thee as some do that are larger in the first page than in all the rest that follow but fully answer all thy expectations that take their rise from thy view of the Frontispiece Thus I leave it to thy judgment which I hope will neither be severe nor rash and I doubt not but after a serious perlection thou wilt conclude it a friendly part done of him that brought the Poeme to the Press which above this twenty years hath been kept close prisoner in his dead Master's Closet and seems to be antienter in its date than the first Scotish Expedition and perhaps after thou hast weighed all its particulars thou wilt be as great an Admirer of it as he that commends it to thee Farewel Upon that excellent Poeme of Mr. George May called The White-powder Plot discovered WEre 't not a sin both against Heaven and Thee To wish Thee back from thy Eternity How earnest should I be that Earth again Were enrich'd with thy presence But in vain Are all such thoughts it is enough that we Have any thing that did belong to thee Thy Book these many years since thou didst die Has Cloyster'd up it self from every eye Like a Close Mourner Nay a man may say It Buried was like Thee from sight or day And so had laid but that a Happy Fate Attends the Presse and those to it relate Thus and no other way it comes to be Extant with us and risen before thee A. B. Upon that most Ingenious Poeme of Mr. George May called The White-powder Plot. I Now believe a Transmigration Of Souls is no such fond opinion Since did not thy foreseeing one inherit Some old Sybillas strange Prophetick Spirit It were not possible thou should'st so well The King and Kingdoms Fortune thus foretell Or sing in lofty numbers Englands fate Which thou so long before didst antidate Such is thy Method such thy History So clear thy Vein so smooth thy Poetry So strangely taking that it would require The ripest Judgment which most do admire Prophetick raptur'd Soul was I possest With the least spark which did inspire thy breast I 'd write thy Praises in a strain as high As is thy much admired Prophecy Nay I 'd turn Prophet too and boldly say None ever was or will be match with May. A. C. On the posthumous Prophetical Poeme of Mr. George May called The White-powder Plot discovered HAd I faculty for Verse I would employ't to grace thy Hearse With Elegies ' cause Thou didst die So soon cut off by Destiny And that thy Book came forth so late Which might have sav'd both King and State But O alas Thy hour was come Through our irrevocable doom Not thine own fate Thy Book conceal'd That Wrath on Sin may be reveal'd What Dress O May can suit thy worth 'T is thine own Flowers sets thee forth I would be glad to live and see What 's yet behind foretold by Thee For thy sake I could wish St. George's day Henceforth translated to the Month of May. A. D. To his BOOK MY little Book if any chance to bring Thee to the hands of Charls my Soveraign King Present my bounden Love and Loyalty And faithful Service to his Majesty Tell him that Men run mad beware to trust For not a Man amongst a thousand 's just The Dev'l's unloos'd from his inchained Den And reigns and rages in the hearts of Men Sin strives with Virtue gets the upper hand And makes Gods Vengeance scourge this Sinful Land The Devil's Motto is of great and small Imbrac'd Each for himself and God for all The time has been when men would spend their Blood And sacrifize themselves for Soveraigns good The time is now O happy time to reign When King love's People People him again They are his Members he their Royal Head How could they thrive if he were sick or dead Oh then endeavour both with foot and hand To underprop this Head of British Land But now alas both hands and feet are lame Some both in Court and Country are too blame In many things which would amended be If that his eyes were ope that he might see But they disable Eye and Hand and Ear That he should neither See nor Feel nor Hear They know his Justice and they fear his Rod As guilty Conscience fears the Wrath of God What Joseph now doth neer the King remain That foresees Famine and provides for Grain For to relieve their King and Countries want When Victuals fail or Money waxeth scant I may with David restifie ther 's none In all the Court or Country scarcely one That seeks for to advance their Prince's store Unless they pluck it from the backs o' th' Poor Poor Souls they want yet do not murmur much Because their true Religion makes them such But if in Popish times such things had been You should have many change of colours seen But God be blest Religion doth advance Our dayes above those times of Ignorance We do adore our Kings as Gods for we Know God commands on Earth it so should be And pray that God may so our Souls reward As Kings may safely walk without a Guard But I am sure his Royal ears would itch If he should hear how the o'r-ruling Rich Oppress the Poor and like self-loving Elves Care not who weep so they may laugh themselves When as his Majesty well understands That a small number of some Rich Mens hands Cannot so much unto his profit prove As the enjoyment of his Commons Love Yet easy 't were to speak 't I dare be bold To furnish him with weighty sums of Gold By lawful means and fill his Chests with store And yet not take one Farthing from the Poor Nor wrong one Subject If his Grace did know it And I perswade my self that I could show it Yet tell that true Catholick Faith 's Protector Thy Master is no common base Projector Nor aims at his peculiar private gain For he esteems all fading pelf but vain Desires no superfluous Wealth or Meat But cloaths for warmness wholesome cates to eat And only wishes