Horses Besides all these the greatest of her losses Will be the Bodies and the Souls of men The Merchandize of which she loseth then Then will they her bewail and much lament Her loss so great her woful punishment Saying those fruits her foul had thirsted for Those dainties are departed quite from her Them goodly things she cannot find at all For which her Merchants will so cry and bawl Who were made rich by her and they shall stand Afar off weeping for her great loss and For fear of her great torments they shall say Alas alas how great is thy decay Thou City great that clothed was so gay In Linnen fine most rich and brave array As Purple Scarlet deckt with Gold so brave And precious stones which thou wast wont to have And Pearls Alas but now all 's gone Oh how Thy glory 's lost and in an hour thou That wast so rich the riches thou hast got Are lost and gone and are quite come to nought The Masters of her ships shall weep also The company in ships when they shall know That Babylon the great is down and spoil'd For whom they have so greatly toil d and moil'd The Sailers likewise and as many as Did trade by sea shall stand and cry Alas And stand afar off too when they shal see Her smoke arise and shal amazed be Saying What City is like unto this For greatness riches mightiness I wis They now with mourning weeping wailing and With throwing dust upon their heads they stand Admiring how that all her costliness By which her Leaders riches did possess And all her Masters that fail'd in the sea Should in an hour all thus destroyed be And she he made an utter desolation That was the pride and glory of her Nation We then by holy Scripture find and see This scarlet Whore shall thus rewarded be And how her dreadful fall shall be lamented By all her Traders which have not repented But at this time when these lament her so And weep and mourn because of her great wo The Heav'ns shall be commanded forthwith all For to rejoice ore her and at her fall So shall Apostles be commanded straight With all those Prophets that this Whore did hate Now to rejoice ore her because they see That God on her will now avenged be They sing his praise the praises of that God Who hath destroy'd and broke her with his Rod That Rod of 's strength he out of Zion sent He gave command and thither his Rod went Then wil be sung by them that Heavenly song With all those Saints and Martyrs she did wrong Those Hallelujahs with Salvation be All glory honor power unto thee O Lord our God for true and righteous are Thy Judgements on the Earth who would not fear Thee who hast judg'd the great Whore for the Nations She hath corrupted with her Fornications And thou on her and hers and on her Land Hast now avenged justly at her hand The blood of all thy faithful servants dear Whom this great Whore did never no time fear To burn in firy flames who to truth stood But now of her thou hast aveng'd their blood Then Hallelujah Praise the Lord therefore Her smoke rose up for ever evermore For which great total fall of hers let 's pray Unto the Lord that judgeth her and say Now Lord make haste and cloath the self with Zeal As with the cloak let her thy fury feel And cloath thy self with vengeance as with garments And bring her to those everlasting torments Those plagues that thou hast written in thy Book Lord in thy fury down upon her look Let all the blood that this great Whore hath shed Of holy Saints and Martyrs in that bed Of firie-flames who sweetly went to sleep Committing of their souls to thee to keep Come up to thee dear Lord upon her think And give this bloody Whore ev'n blood to drink And judge her for her great iniquitie Which great Concern O Lord we leave to thee Here followeth now a hint of that great Day That Christ shall sit upon his Throne for aye In which his Enemies shall bow the knee And unto him shall in subjection be In which his Foes shall coverd be with shame That have reproachfully spoke of his Name In which the Crown upon his head shall flourish In which Day he his Lambs will feed nourish VVHen Babylon is fallen fallen then Have at the Beast that monstrous Man of sin Which hath seven Heads ten Horns whose coming will Be after Satans power and working still A more immediate working than before Was seen to be in this great Scarlet Whore With signs and lying wonders he shall come Deceiving all the World excepting some Whose Names are written in the Book of Life These will the Lamb defend these are his Wife This man of sin shall none of them seduce It is impossible he should produce That lying-wonder that can them deceive Do all he can they will not him believe Them Christ will keep they in his strength shall stand That won't receive his mark in their right hand Nor in their foreheads nor this Beast adore Nor fall down to his Image which before Was and was not yet is and which shall be Much wonder'd after when the world shall see His Prophet call for fire down from Heav'n And cause the Image of the Beast with seven Heads and ten Horns to speak and then to cause As many as would not obey his Laws And worship him likewise this is decreed They must be kill'd whoe're they be with speed With these his wonders he will much deceive All men on earth that won't the truth believe Or did not truth receive with love to it Upon all such this dreadful doom is writ Who pleasure took in all unrighteousness Shall all be damn'd for their lasciviousness This Beast Christ shall defeat and soon annoy The brightness of his coming shall destroy This rampant Beast who glories in his strength Shall so confounded be that he at length And his false Prophet Jesus Christ shall take And cast them both alive into the Lake And then O then that blessed Prince alone Shall reign and be exalted on his Throne For then an Angel he shall send to bind And chain up Satan who the world did blind And them deceive but Satan then no more Shall able be men to deceive before A thousand years be fully come and ended That time from him all men shall be defended But some may here object to me and say Christ now doth sit upon his Throne to day Did yesterday to morrow will and still For ever did and doth and ever will In order therefore to their satisfaction That are propounders of this old objection 'T is granted Christ now sits upon a Throne But this he now sits on is not his own For 't is his Father's Throne he now sits in So properly his own it hath not bin As 't is his Fathers for himself hath said 'T is
hath seven heads ten horns at least Which Beast is full of names of Blasphemies And both to God and Christ are enemies This Woman 's deck'd so rich as rich may be With Gold and Pearls and precious Stones and she A Golden Cup doth carry in her hand She 's outwardly so brave that most men stand Admiring of her beauty and her state With which she doth deceive the Wise whose fate It is to drink the Cup she to them holds They take and drink it off as Wine in bowls Poor souls not knowing that this Cup within Is full of her abominable sin And filthiness of her great Fornication Her Whore-like stuff and great Abomination This Woman is so much a beastly Whore That she the mother is of many more The Spirit hath upon her forehead writ A name to her so suitable and fit Which he that runs may reade and her may know And therefore what her name is here I 'l show Her name is Mystery Babylon the Great That sits on many Waters that 's her seat The Mother too of Harlots and who hath Been the Abomination of the Earth The reason why the Spirit hath her nam'd A Scarlet Whore for which she is so fam'd Will plainly and perspicuously appear When thou the reason Scripture gives dost hear We call them VVhores who by Adultry vile And Fornication do themselves defile VVhose constant practice is t' insinuate Into poor men and unto them prostrate Their filthy bodies that thereby they may Unto their lusts poor simple men betray So hath this VVhore almost in ev'ry Nation With earthly Kings committed Fornication And by her painted beauty doth deceive Them and the Nations so they won't believe But she a comely woman is and fair Her beauty much to be desir'd that there Is none like her no woman hath such parts Such Wisdom Learning nor such store of Arts Nor none so well accomplished as she Nor never was nor nevermore will be Besides she is so rich so fine and gay They with no other woman can away And therefore she they only do desire And her adore her beauty they admire And yet she 's but a Whore a drunken sot A chast oâ— sober woman she is not Drunk with the blood of Saints whose blood is dear To God whom they did worship serve and fear For she with blood her self doth satiate And with her beast-like claws dilacerate The blood of Martyrs she hath shed and spilt ' Cause they would not defil'd be by her guilt Nor to her greatness bow who knew full well The dead her guests are in the depths of Hell She is so high though of no noble birth She reigneth over Kings Kings of the Earth And in her pride her self doth glorifie As for her life she lives deliciously She saith she is no widow but a Queen But she 's a Whore as plainly will be seen And doth pretend to be the Wife of him That one day will her plague and so will them That father on him all her filthy trade Those images and gods her hands have made And all the rest of her Idolatry Her Witchcraft and her loathsom Sorcery Her cruelty is such it 's death to say That she 's no Wife of Christ that so she may By Fire and Faggot murder and destroy Them that won't her adore nor her obey As doth appear if we no further look Than to the Maryan dayes for then she took The faithful Spouse of Christ and her she tore VVhich plainly proves she is a cruel Whore In Harlots evermore we plainly see There alwayes is a great an ipathy Against the rightful lawful Spouse and Bride A Strumpet never will the Wife abide But doth against her all the mischief do That ere she can invent she hates her so Just so the Church of Rome that whorish State The Church of Christ doth persecute and hate And labours all she can her to expose To such unheard of cruelties and those Most sad extremities she can devise By falshood flattery deceit and lyes With which she doth the world so much deceive That they are ready firmly to believe That Rome's the Church the Wife of Christ and she That is the Church of Christ the Whore must be The honest Woman doth as little care For any Harlot she can't with her bear Nor with her whorish tricks her filthy trade To touch with her or them she is afraid So doth the Church of Christ his Virgin Bride Abhor Romes whorish stuff and her beside And must in plainness say she is a Whore And therefore out Rome sends her Bulls to roar Against Christ's darling Spouse and lovely Bride Whom she disdains and scorns such is her pride That she must be the Church and none but she And Christ she saith her Husband is and he hath given power if she saith but truth To her to do all things what ere she doth And unto this her Doctors stifly stand That what they do is done by his Command As if that gracious Prince the Author were Of burning starving drowning such as are His faithful Followers and such as he Esteems as dear to him as dear can be So dear as is the apple of his eye If they be touch'd he feels it presently Then though O Virgin Spouse thy Bridegroom 's gone He 'l come again to thee ere it be long Though thou while he is absent dost partake Of such hard usage know 't is for his sake Then take 't not from him ill nor do not grieve That he his lovely Bride so long should leave His love is not unto his Spouse abated Though he permits his Church thus to be hated It is not out of disrespect to thee 'T is but to prove thy Love and Chastitie Thy Faithfulness and Zeal for him and then He 'l come and take thee to himself agen Nor is it only for that cause alone He seems his coming to delay but one Cause more there is and that 's because that she Might with the blood of Martyrs filled be And then her great and foul iniquity VVill mightily to Heav'n for vengeance cry Against her and her bloody barbrous hounds VVhose cruel bloody deeds for ever sounds In those most quick and hearing ears of him VVhoâ—l fill a Cup of Fury to the brim And she thereof shall drink and spew and fall And never rise this God shall do that all The precious blood of Saints which hath bin shed May on this Scarlet Whore be punished That blood that Bonner and the rest of those Did spill that were the Brides most cruel foes VVho shall receive a dreadful cursed doom When he shall come that is the Brides Bridegroom But to return This VVhore is she that doth Sit on seven Mountains seven Kings on the Earth She sits on many Waters likewise that The Waters which this VVhore upon hath sat Are Peoples Multitudes and Tongues Nations With whom she hath committed Fornications And hath deceiv'd them of their wealth and store By
to know his wiles to fight Against this Power of death and darkness so That thou maist give the Devil such a blow That he with his dark Kingdom may lose ground Till they shall fall and never more be found Then for thy further information know The Devil will for ever be thy fo And wil the foe of all men ever be And them beguile with feigned flatterie Do thou resolve his works and him to hate And never bite nor tast the Devils baite But him resist withstand and alwayes be For evermore the Devils enemy If so my soul thou must not think to please Thy fleshly lusts nor think to live at ease But hardness as a Souldier must endure A Souldiers life is such thou must be sure But please thy Captain he that hath thee chosen To be a Souldier thy assections loosen From such affairs as now may hinder thee From serving him whose Souldier thou must be To fight this fight of Faith if thou intend To overcome then hold out to the end For those that overcome the Spirit saith And do his Works continue in the Faith That keep his holy Word his Word of Patience Shall be exalted they shall rule the Nations And he that overcomes the same shall be A Pillar in God's holy Temple he Shall go no more from thence out of the same But Jesus Christ will write on him the Name Of God and of the City that is nam'd The New Jerusalem so greatly fam'd For beauty glory wealth that cometh down From God and out of Heav'n where there are none Can entrance have which doth not overcome Both Sin the World and Satan where 's no room For such for none but them that do prevail Shall cloathed be in white such shall not fail To sit with Christ in glory on his Throne And sing the praise of God the Lord alone And though by fighting none can nothing merit He must orecome that will all things inherit Then now my soul it 's good thou ponder well What is thy work while thou on earth dost dwell Make it thy study how thou maist be found In Faith and Holiness more to abound Behold what beauty is in Christ thy Jesus Him love and prize for he is very precious Solace thy self with love his Love so choice Delight to do his Will to hear his Voice What though in strait and narrow paths he lead He in those paths thy soul doth sweetly feed Thou hast by good experience found and known That in those paths thou walkest not alone But he goes with thee leading by the hand Thee where thou canst not hardly go or stand And makes those strait and narrow wayes to be So pleasant and so easie unto thee That thou canst walk those paths with so much ease That many times they much delight and please Thee so that thou maist say and never cease His wayes are Pleasantness his paths are Peace What though no beauty nor no comliness Be seen in him by wise men ne'retheless Think ne'r the worse of him but love him throughly Though he be black he is exceeding lovely Set thy affections on him so delight In his refreshing Presence day and night That thou communion with him maist maintain And labour in his Fear more of 't to gain Bear thou his Image learn of him to be More humble harmless holy that as he A perfect pattern was so is he still Him follow fully and no doubt he will So entertain thee with such great delights So ravishing thy heart with heav'nly sights Thou wilt be so inflam'd in Love so grow With Heav'n thou 't live no more on Earth below My soul sing praise unto the Lord Declare his mighty Works abroad Praise thou his great and holy Name That men his wondrous Works may know His mighty Acts do thou forth show His Glory Kingdom and his Fame Who though thou wast a poor posthume He kept thee in thy mothers womb And there and then thy life preserv'd He brought thee forth and gave thee breath And oft deliver'd thee from death Though thou hadst nought of him deserv'd When thou hungst on thy mothers breast And on her milk didst richly feast He was thy God and did thee keep He watch'd ore thee and did defend Thee from that fierce infernal Fiend He slumbred not nor did he sleep Thou wast a Child and Parentless Praise thou the Lord his goodness bless He rais'd thee up a faithful Friend That was a Mother unto thee This was his goodness verilie Praise thou the Lord world without end All this the Lord did that he might Open thy eyes and clear thy sight That thou maist understand and see His Goodness Mercy Grace and Truth Which thou beheldst whilst but a youth To him the glory honour be And though thy troubles have been great With which thou hast in this world met They never could make thee to yeeld He never in them thee forsook But on thee did in mercy look And for thee car'd and thee upheld What reason then hast thou to fear Or think he will not for thee care In these thy bonds and captive-state Such good experience thou hast seen Of him from time to time I mean When ere thou wast in any strait What needst thou care for all thy foes There 's none of them but he well knows And knows the way how to prevent Them all from doing thee that harm Which they do threaten when they storm And may be often their intent What though the world against thee rise With tongues of falshood and of lyes In him alone put thou thy trust And though they persecute thee sore And hate thee without cause the more Praise thou the righteous God most just My soul then magnifie the Lord Let all his Saints like praise afford His Praises sing both night and day He hath regard to all the meek He strengthens those that are but weak Let all Saints sing Hallelujah Well now my soul wee 'l leave a while rest And then we will discourse again it 's best I think we should talk next of other matter And forasmuch as it is now the latter Most evil times of which we are forewarn'd By Christ himself 't is good we should be arm'd Against the perils which that time attends Then if the Lord us help and to us lends Assistance we will speak of such a thing As may unto our mind and mem'ry bring What Judgments God intends and hath in store Against that great and Scarlet-coloured Whore And of that glorious blessed holy Day When Christ shall sit upon his Throne for aye Here followeth a brief Discovery Of Romes soul filthy stuff and trumpery Together with the Plagues laid up in store Against the day that God will plague the Whore VVE read in Scripture of a Scarlet Whore That hath opprest the Nations very sore Who with her filthy Cup of Fornication Hath made the people drunk in ev'ry Nation This Harlot sits upon a Scarlet Beast A Beast that