Living alas in beast-like wretchednesse As in the shade of death most comfortlesse Without the knowledge of or Christ or God Without whose knowledge al 's a dirty-clod Worshipping for the glorious Lord most high Vnto their souls eternall misery Dumb-idols rotten-timber mettals vile Farre fitter under-foot to tread and spoyle Again to make thee yet and yet more blest To make thy lustre shine past all the rest Hath not the Lord in thee most richly placed The light of justice wherwith thou art graced Wherby thy peoples houses Castles are Themselvs their states freed from offensive care Of wrong or robb'ry Thus thy beauty shines Whiles all-men sit in peace under their vines But of all temp'rall blessings under heaven Which ever were to any Nation given The power and praise of God most to advance All come most short of this Deliverance This monstrous matchlesse Popish pouder-treason Beyond the power of former reach or reason This Quintessence of barbarous treachery Transcendeth all of past antiquity And cannot these sweet mercies manifold Thy heart with cords of gratitude with-hold From sinning 'gainst thy God him to provoke To smite thee deeplier with some heavier stroke Yea canst thou England canst thou possibly Be so orewhelmed in stupidity So sottish senslesse impiously ingrate As to forget or to obliterate Out of thy thankefull-heart the odious smell Of this projected pouder-smoake of hell So long as ever thou a Kingdome art O do it not least heaven doth make thee smart By some as strange a plague if it may be When he such grosse ingratitude shall see But rather all thy power and parts imploy To evidence thy hearts triumphing joy To blesse thy God for this thy new-Salvation To keep That-day with endlesse recordation Christ freed thy soul from hell-fire and this fire Than any other flame to hels came nigher That-day which they Britans black-day would see Novembers 5. Britans bright-day shall be The day was Tewsday but by Popish-spight Papists Ashwednesday it had bin more right For ever then fell Popelings howle lament Your Romish Pouder-pieties intent For all the Oceans-floods will nere make clean Perfidious Rome thy knavish-sincke obscene Englands Transalpinated Papistry Hath often wrought blood-smearing cruelty Bred our Transmarine-Travellers light mind Then let them be by law t' our homes confin'd For as was said This detestable fact Was counsel'd courag'd by the Popes compact For He that bids doe what 's so ill-done He Must stay the worke or els Its authour be Had he not cast Paternall-care from 's heart He 'd nere have plaid such a Step-fathers part Who from his Bubble-bellowing Buls belcht-out All 's Caco-curses hellish-broyles about Saying thus let one-day all great Britane make One-grave whose name in future daies shall slake Vices Vice-roy or vice it selfe is He Who Peters-chaire soyls with such villany Forget not then I say but ever hate Romes Pope and Papists foes to Church and State Who in their calmest-case do but couch-low To watch advantage for a deadlier blow Hugg not such vipers in your bosomes then Foster not festring Snakes in shapes of men Within your houses much lesse in your hearts By loving liking pleading on their parts Least thus you more than seem most gracelesse sots Hankering after Aegypts foule flesh-pots By temporizing tricks backsliding wayes Till Gods fierce wrath you thus against us raise Let us take heed we surfet not in store And turning grace to wantonnesse grow poor Poor in our souls barren in piety And so be made the maps of misery Be not more blind than Earth-devouring Moles Who love to grovell under-ground in holes Or so unthankfull as the sottish Swine Who eat up Acorns but ne're cast their ey'ne Up to the Oake from whence they to him fell Who thus their Swinish-nature plainly tell So do not thou thy brutish-heart declare Receive not blessings but with gratefull care To retribute unto thy God above According to his great redundant love Shake-off shake-off and shun such brutishnesse With thankfull heart acknowledge and confesse The most admired least deserved favour Of thy so gracious God so sweet a Saviour Who plenteously replenisheth and fils Thy soul with blessings Nectar-drops distils Of favours of his left and his right-hand On soule and body and doth guardian stand Still to refell repell the dangers great Wch thy worst foes could menace work or threat Snatching the prey out of their hungry jaws Recovering it from their most bloudy claws Thrusting them headlong into their own pit Breaking their teeth wherwith they would have bit Nay utterly have swallowed at one meale Our Kingdom King Peers Prophets Common-weal Wch thee with amiable-peace hath blest Such as our Predecessours nere possest And such I fear as our Posterity Are never like to see and taste and try Yea God alone hath given us this great rest His liberall-love these mercies hath exprest That God I say whose majesty and might Whose greatnesse goodnesse justice most upright The heavens the earth deep seas works of wōder Rain hail frost snow loud winds lightning thunder Do mightily shew-forth tell and declare What Heathen-god with thy God can compare He is thy Saviour Sun and Shield most strong To whom doth all true praise and laud belong Both for thy being and thy best-estate Whose tender mercies most compassionate Whose patience power and pitty infinite All people shall to future times recite O let us then ô let us never cease On trumpets loud to make his praise increase In heart and voyce his mercies to record By Hymns and Psalms to laud the living Lord To sound his fame unto the Indian-coasts To those whose clime continuall-Sommer rosts Let Phoebus first leave-off his annuall race Let Phoebe want her monthly-borrowed grace Let Neptune stop the Oceans billowing source Let nature want in all things wonted course Yea Lord then let us cease to be I pray When in oblivion we this mercy lay But doubtlesse if this duty we neglect The Lord most justly will this sin correct And on our heads his heavy hand will fall And turn our hony into bitterest gall Nothing the Lord can worse endure or hate Than thanklesse persons and a mind ingrate The husbandman that sows most plenteously The greater Harvest hopes in equity The land wch nought but thorns thistles yeelds Though well manur'd no man regards such fields Since God hath given he looketh to receive O let 's take heed how we our duty leave Did God with grievous punishments afflict His holy-off-spring when they did addict And give themselves to vanity and lust And him that fed them so forget distrust Abusing his most gracious clemency His patience love and longanimity If he did his peculiar-people ' stroy Who first his laws and worship did enjoy If thus for their ingratitude it far'd If they were smitten and might not be spar'd Alas what madnesse should us Gentiles move To thinke that God of us will more approve And since
would passe credit quite For to these stains worthy eternall shame Add this a peece of these sweet fathers frame I mean Equivocation Equivocation which they use Mens understanding neatly to abuse T is doubtlesse Gyges-ring for hereby they Though captivated can themselvs convay And with a tricke which Jesuites use to try They can delude and few can them descry They 'll smooth and sooth and one thing to you say And yet their heart goes clean another way This ambiguity was Apollo's art Vnder whose name the Divell play'd his part Even Tully may these Priests well reprehend By whom such lamb-skind wolvs are oft condemnd Who if he now liv'd ô how 's eloquence Would thunder-out Loiola's impudence Satan that subtill Serpent did them teach This lying-art they n'ere heard Christ so preach Are not these theÌ„ Roms white-divels fie for shame Nought but bare outsides their best-part their name Beleeve me for Christs sacred-writ most true If truth it be as t is This truth doth shew Their practise smelleth of a fugitive Or Divell or surely I am not alive What was the Divell a lyer homicide What 's he a sly-dissembler regicide And with just reason The kings Evill may this Jesuite-divell Most properly be called the Kings-evill If then affinity of manners vile If just proportion of like fraud and guile If deeds so consonant and disposition To practise ' greeable may with permission Availe to prove a truth then Magog know These do a great part of thy warrfare show And palpably declare to th' truly-wise This off-spring did from thee their Father rise Avaunt you locusts hence you spawn of hell From whose black-smoake you are descended wel If still you will the name of Jesus take Let all men know you do it only make A cloake to hide your knavery for you are But gray-wolves bearing in your front a star And since you plead â—ntiquity with flights We 'll justly call you jugling Gibeonites Instead of Jesus Gibeonites take you Judas name Your hatefull-lives will best befit the same For by your works we perfectly do find No part with Christ is unto you assign'd FINIS An oenigmaticall-Riddle to Romes Iesuiticall black-Crows who pretend themselves to be religions white-Swans A Bird of late When birds could prate Said black 's the Crow The Crow repli'de Told him he ly'd And 't was not so Mine eyes quoth he Shall witnesse be That I am fair The Swan so white And Snow most bright Foule to me are The bird again Laughing amain Said strange t is not For ones own-eye Cannot espy The stain or spot Which its-own face Doth much disgrace And vilifie This matter straight To arbitrate The Eagle high Their King they move Who soon doth prove This folly great A mirrour fair Bids them prepare Both large and neat The Crow it took Therin to look Wheron he gaz'd On 's shape most true And proper-hew Which he so prais'd Then with great shame He much did blame His own blear-eyes And all there by Did laugh full high And 's pride despise FINIS A Paraphrasticall Psalm of thanksgiving for Englands most happy-deliverance from the most horrible intended Gun-pouder Treason practised by the Synagogue of Satan the Romish Babylonians and fitted to one of the familiar Tunes of Davids Psalmes to be sung November the 5th Psalm 124. King DAVID against the Philistims King JAMES against the Antichristians IF great JEHOVAH had not stood assistant on our side May England say most thankfully bin our guard guide If heavens Almighty Lord himself had not our cause maintain'd When men yea most blood-thirsty men our downfall had ordain'd Then had their Antichristian rage and hellish policy Devoured us with greedy-jaws and swallowed sodainly Then like huge over-flowing floods which proudly swel roar They all our souls orewhelmed had and spoyl'd in flames and gore Our royall King the Queen and Prince and princely Progeny Our prudent Counsellors of State and prime Nobility Our learned Judges Prelates all best Commons of the Land In Parliament by pouder fierce had perisht out of hand Romes raging streams with roaring noise and Popish cruelty Had all at once ingulft our souls in matchlesse misery They dig'd a mine delved deep in hope to hurt their brother But they did fall into the pit that they had made for other For as a bird out of a snare by furious Fowlers made Doth safely scape even so our souls securely did evade Their net was broke themselvs were caught our God that nere doth sleep In heaven did sit see smile us in saf'ty keep This was the Lords most worthy work this was the Lords own fact And 't is most wonderous to behold this great and glorious act This is the joyfull day indeed which God for us hath wrought Let us be glad and joy therin in word in deed in thought O let us never make an end to magnifie Gods name To blesse the Lord our staffe and stay to sound abroad his fame To tell to all posterity what wonders God hath wrought To save us from the woes which Rome and Spain against us sought All glory then to God on high let men and Angels sing Let heaven and earth and all therin give glory to heavens king And sing and say with heart voice all honour laud praise To God who makes us thus rejoyce So be it Lord alwaies Omnis gloria solius est Domini FINIS * Hos. 7. 4 6 7. D. Baker a late most impudent Apostate who would not license this my Historie because as he said we were not so angrie with the Papists now a dayes though wee never had greater cause than in these our daies as they were 20. or 30. yeers agoe and one Mr. Crosfield a Senior fellow of Queenes Colledge in Oxford could not as he endeavoured get it licensed for the Presse there Nor could Mr. Daniell Cambridge Printer who would have printed it there get it licensed at Cambridge Dr. Brumrick being then Vicechan O tempora O mores a In the time of King Hen. 8th b In the time of Q. Elizabeth c In the time of K. Iames * Iesuitas * The Pope The Whore of Rome makes her complaint to her first born Son Treason * The Divell * The Pope * Fauks is not heere first mentioned as the prime Authour but because hee was so inhumane as to be the fatall actor of this intended Tragedy for Catesby as is afterward showne was the first authour of this Pouder-treason * Thomas Winter was sent into Spaine in Qu. Eliz. dayes by Catesby an arch-traitor Q. Elizabeth * Sol occubuit nox nulla secuta est * K. Iames They send againe to the King of Spain The King of Spaine refuseth to aid them The traitors sit in counsell to plot a treason Catesby begins 4 Motives to the plot Encouragements to treason Coacta fides vix vera fides Bloudy builders of a bloudy Church Psa. 83. Diverse treasons projected
what he might Who on the 4th-day of Novembers-night Perlustrated each doubted part and place And did each thing uncover and uncase And least suspition might their search betray They feign'd to seek the Queens-roabs stoln away INfernall Fauks with Daemoniack heart Being ready now to act his hellish part Booted and spur'd with Lanthorne in his hand And match in 's Pocket at the doore doth stand But wise Lord KNEVET by Divine Direction Him apprehends and findes the Plots detection ANd first S. Thomas Guido Fauks did find Divel of that den ord'ring things to his mind Booted and spur'd then standing at the doore Having dispatch his taske but late before Having then set I say in order fit His all-disordering fuming Aetna's-pit Which should have made his country quite forlorn And all her stately towres have rent and torn He apprehends him grasps and clasps his hands With hempen-cords and then no longer stands But quickly enters that infernall-cell Where entred he observes and views all well And trustily puls-down the piles of wood And as his servants tumbling all things stood A sodain fright this knight and them amaz'd Which 'mong them all an exclamation rais'd See see say they this wood doth pouder hide For we two barrels full have heer espi'de Let us search farther we shall more descry Hid doubtlesse mongst these billets privily O treason treason heer we more do finde O treason past the reach of mortall mind Then more and more they instantly found-out And therby clear'd the truth of former doubt Full thirty barrels more with pouder fraught Two hogs-heads great they foūd as thus they sought All which did Fauks his heart with rancor woūd Whō straight they searcht soon about him found A crucifix which from his neck they snatch A shirt of hair he wore his skin to scratch From forth his pocket then that match they took Maugre his traiterous rage and hellish-look Wch should have brought Vulcan from hels black station To work in Aetna dolefull desolation Wherwith he vow'd to burn-up and destroy Albions illustrious lustre fame and joy The peace and plenty strength and valour stout Of England famous all the world throughout This glorious Realm in twinckling of an eye He would have rob'd of all her royalty Yea with such unheard cruelty and guile They woven had this webb most foule and vile And every thred so slily did contrive That but poor twelve-hours England should survive Heaven having thus hels foule intentions stopt The project crost their flower of hope thus cropt The traitor straight the fact confest but said He grieved most to see his purpose staid And that but this nought should have held his hand From turning all into a smoky-brand The standers-by in wonder thus burst out Heare ô ye heavens tremble all earth through-out Was ever heard or seen so bold a foe A heart so hard prodigious Nay we know That scarce the heart of Turky Barbary Like plotted-mischiefe ever did descry To which the bloody-butchery in France Is unequivalent gives but a glance Respecting this of Romes rebellious stock In these vile Edomites on us Christs flock Whose memory much dims each former slaughter Disgrace of this and of all ages after The unheard horrour wherof may appeare In these six circumstances following here First if they had adjudged us by hand Of reasonable-creatures to deaths band If men by men should have bin deaths fierce fuell The fact had bin more humane farre lesse cruell For then there had bin hope by force or fence By tears or treats to swage their violence As to Heavens glory our blest King did find In Gowries treason cruell and unkind Or if by other brutish-animals Inexorable at our wofull cals And being than most-men more pittilesse Would us confound with beast-like greedinesse This kind of death indeed had bin more fierce Yet heer were hope deaths sentence to reverse For why by force or pleasurable-cause Some men have scaped Lyons fangs and claws Daniel i' th Den the Roman in the Cave David King Richard o're them conquest have Again which is most cruell of the three By things-insensible destroy'd to be To which all groanes all moanes must needs bee vain Being senslesse of themselves most of our pain By these I say to perish and decay No hope no help nought can their fury stay Besides observe of any senseles-thing These elements Water and Fire do bring Most dammage most devouring fierce confusion By restlesse by redreslesse strong intrusion Whose inundations all-confounding flames Orewhelms whol realms makes dust of rarest frames Add yet this fifth materiall observation Which to this purpose brings great aggravation Of these two all-devouring elements By fire we have most grievous detriments For though the waters hugely over-flow Drown man and beast bring all to deadly woe Yet when into their bounds they have recourse All things remain in substance little worse But when or whersoever fires fierce rage Burns Shepheards-cottage or rich-heritage Takes hold on houses pallaces or places Of gold or treasure all it quite out-races Cattle and corn are altogether thrust Are all consum'd nought left but drosse and dust Therfore that we should be consum'd with fire And of all fires that of most furious ire By puffing Gun-pouder the most out-ragious A death most desperate cruell and contagious O speak alas what hope was of relief From this so mortall mischievous great grief No strength no power was able to assail No tears no treats could here a jot prevaile For why O woe no time for tears was given With such strange violence had all bin driven No mortall-might might stay this mortall-blow No power protect us from that deadly woe No means I say lesse than a miracle Such as is mention'd in the Oracle Of sacred Scriptures when Heaven did command Even as it were by his immediate hand That Babylonian fiery-fornace powre That it could not once touch much lesse devoure That rare pair-royall of true piety True worshippers of Heavens great Deity Sweet Shadrack Mesheck and Abednego In whom the Lord did such a wonder show And certainly such was to us Gods grace And we well-nigh in as like dangerous case But blessed ô thrice-blessed trine-one Lord Thine endless-endlesse-praise we ever shall record Our powerfull and most pittifull protectour O our most holy glorious just directour The gratious smiles of thy preventing pitty Made blest Ho sanna be our joyfull Ditty Here we may not omit this observation Th' impossibility of preservation Or hope this treason ever to discry By all the reach of humane policy And therfore that God-only did us save And heerunto five reasons more we have First to keep secret and performe the fact They bound themselvs by Oath and firm compact Then heerupon receiv'd the Sacrament To tye themselvs with stronger ligament Thirdly were tutour'd by their Jesuits To use all couzening-tricks deluding sleights Namely to answer by equivocation To
November the 5 1605. THE QVINTESSENCE OF CRVELTY 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 Sonne of man write the name of the day even of this same day wherin the King of Babylon set himselfe against Jerusalem This same Day EZEK. 24. 2. LONDON Printed by G. M for R. Harford at the signe of the guilt Bible in Queens-head-ally in Pater-noster-row 1641. SEe here the Popish Pouder-plots fair thriving Fauks and his Father-Satan fit contriving The fatall-Instruments to puffe and blow Hell out of Earth a State to over-throw At Once for All But here behold likewise Heavens All-seeing-Eye which deepest-pits espies This desperate Worke of Darknesse sees most clear And timely makes the mischiefe All appeare To Israels blessed Shepheards endlesse glory As is full-shown in this succeeding Story To all loyall-hearted English Protestants which sincerely relish the power and purity of CHRISTS GOSPELL and zealously detest the damnable doctrines of Antichrist J. V. wisheth the blessings of GODS right hand and of his left the blessings of this life and of the life to come THe richest rarest mercies daily sent Right Christian brethren to us of this land From Gods ore-flowing grace al-filling hand May be compar'd to th' Sun in firmament Whose glorious rayes all creatures hearts revive Whose light enlightens all the world throughout Whose heat doth cherish plants that spring and sprout Whose shine to want doth us of ioy deprive Yet since so daily man doth it enjoy Who is 't almost that valews it aright Who yeelds due praise to heaven for heavens sweet light O few or none Abundance does us cloy From whence we therefore iustly may conclude That Gods rich mercies which we oft possesse Wherwith he daily hourly doth us blesse We all receive with great ingratitude I need not stand t' exemplifie the same It is a fault too frequent too rank grown And yet to God more odious ther 's not one And which to Christians brings more smart and shame Of spirituall-blessings our thrice blest Salvation Wrought by our Saviour bought with 's precious-blood Was most divine gave man his chiefest good Was more admir'd than was the worlds Creation But of all temp'rall-blessings we enioy'd Since God did form the Earth and heavenly frame To our deliverance never greater came When Rome by pouder would have us destroy'd How thankfull for the first to God we are I 'll tax nones conscience but examine mine But for the second how we doe decline From giving thanks to God I may not spare To tell you all my Christian brethren deare That which if I should silence sencelesse stones T is to be feâ—r'd would sound with mournfull groans Englands ingratitude is too-too cleare For why not only Popish Jebusites Already do begin as plain appeares To buze with brazen browes into the ears And mindes of their seduced proselytes Yea and perswade too-many Protestants That there was never any pouder-plot But that we falsly stain them with that spot The Cath'likes to disgrace with câ—uslesse taunts For this cause therfore I have ta'ne in hand Again to sing to Gods due praise and glory In this revived and most faithfull Story How powerfully God to our Church did stand Which now at last though with much strugling I By Gods aid in our pious Parliament Have brought to publike view thus to prevent Our times dough * Bakers base malignity Who heated had their Oven extremely hot To burn-up in Oblivions smoakey-flame The memory to our eternall shame Of this nefarious Popish Pouder-Plot And 'gainst which though some temporizing-minde May scoffe and scorn in this my good intention Though from Romes favorites nought but reprehension And taunting termes I shall uniustly finde Though Rome doth curse me with bell book and candle And like a gal'd-backt-iade doth kick and winch Yet I their sores have laboured so to pinch As in their nature iustly them to handle But if to you my brethren deare I may For my poore labour kindly be respected And from calumniators fangs protected I shall acknowledge this a rich repay If I hereby may move and stimulate Your Christian hearts to zealous detestation Of Romes most impious foule abhomination And heavens rich mercies oft to ruminate Chiefly the great miraculous defence From this nefarious pouder-plot of Rome Wherin our King and Kingdomes they did doome To dire destruction fatall violence Then happy I maugre Romes worst despight That God hereby may have due thanks and praise That this occasion may mens hearts incite This fact with fame to memorize alwayes Read then kinde Reader what 's amisse amend And kindly take the good-will of thy friend JOHN VICARS To his very good Cousin M. JOHN VICARS on his decasyllables a Decastich THree mercies great proper to this our State My tongue with praise to God shall still relate a Salvation from Romes tyranny and band b Safeguard from Spaniards proud insulting hand c Saf'ty from Popish-pouder-plots and trains O! this deserves if any heavenly strains Such strains are thine thus streaming from thy quill Which fain applaud I would but want the skill But what I want in skill to praise thy parts Shall be suppli'd by all true English hearts THOMAS VICARS olim Reginensis Oxon. The same hand upon second thoughts writeth his symphony with the pious Author of this perpetuall monument of Gods mercy in our manifold and miraculous Deliverances from Popish machinations To the READERS VVhat mischiefs to this Church state The Pope and Popelings wrought In former times and later dayes Our men to light have brought How GOD defeated all their plots And counsels vain detected Here in this lasting-Monument Of praise to GOD erected You have to th' life in briefe set-down The just and true relation And then to lay it to our hearts Some morall observation What feares within what foes without What death what danger fell Did ever vexus but it came By Rome and Spain from Hell Rome thou art drunke with blood in vaine Thou Serpent-like dost rage Against the holy-Seed which stand Most firme in every age Thy water-forces in the Fleet Thy pouder-plot in fire Wherby thou ment'st in pride on us To teem-out all thine ire The Lord from Heaven scatter'd to smoake And did thy deeds deride And made the actours mocking stocks Throughout the world so wide Thus we through fire and water went For GOD was with us still He fought our battles sav'd our lives And did our hopes fullfill The Lord of Hoasts of Israel For ever more doth raign From time to time from tide to tide His praise shall aye remain Sic concinit T. V. S. T. B. A Friend at a stand at his Friends Worke VVHo reads this work aread my wonder tell What skill to verse a fact so ill so well Alià s The placet of his friends
heads to be erected And plac't upon one-body with one-stroke To smite them off not needing to invoke A yeers months weeks or days-space but one-hour To strike-off all those heads with Romish powre Yea as it were with one loud thunder-clap As with a pettard instantly to snap And break our peacefull Janus-gate wide-ope Of all our halcyon-dayes to quench the hope With more than Canibals blood-thirsty mood Deeming than Mans-flesh nothing sweeter food O who is able to articulate Or who can livâ—ly paint and personate The severall sorrows of that dismall-day Those vile Nerorians vaunting in their prey Triumphing in the trophies pitteous spoyl Of their destroyed Kingdome native-soyle No though I had an hundreth tongues and hearts Both hearts toungs would fail to do their parts T' indite and write th' extent of their intention In sense and science of so strange invention Yea learned Homer doubtlesse would refuse A task so great so grievous for to choose Yet that I may but give a short survey A glimmering-view of that intended-day We 'll here suppose and blest be heavens great name That we can therof but conjecture frame We 'll here suppose I say the fact effected The traitours bloody-banners now erected By Hercules his foote the Lyons paw The wise may see the widenesse of Romes maw For heer me thinks had then a fresh bin shown London great-Britanes fairest princely throne Like conquered Troy in furious flames a burning Spoyl'd abus'd replete with moan mourning The happiest City Europe ere enjoy'd With Aetnaean-fire and smoke confum'd destroy'd Her wals with Canon-ruptures rent and torn Her stately turrets batter'd-down forlorn Rubbish-heaps made of her Pyramides Her streets with souldiers fild none them t' appease Then Mars usurping milde Astraea's room Their swords not words must give the fatall-doom In streets great streams of blood like rivers run Loud screeks and cryes help help we are undone But none to help except to help them die Or add more griefe to groaning misery In houses and in sanctified places Women with blubbering tears bedrensh their faces Wringing their hands and running up and down Fearfully frighted with foes rage and frown Children in Parents arms trembling and quaking Mothers into their lapps their infants taking With gushing tears kissing their tender-cheeks Chambers even ring with Damsels wofull fcreeks Aged-men murthered Young-men butchered Wives widows made chaste Virgins ravished This corollary let me also adde Which would have made the mischief farre more bad It was confest to be their hellish drift The King State confounded they would shift The blame shame on those whom most they hate Their own foul guilt therby to paliate A villain falsly should proclaim as truth That Puritans were Authours of this ruth So that in every country town and city All that were godly-given without all pitty O most unsampled ô most wicked wile Had beene destroy'd as malefactours vile But how this hellish plot contriv'd should be In its more proper place you plain shall see Now then return we whence we have digrest Hels Romish-agents thus most ready prest As was fore-shown each thing in readinesse To bring their country into deep distresse Our great Jehovah God omnipotent Who sits in Heaven above the firmament His Israels carefull keeper shepheard great Who mans affairs views from his mercy-seat And knows the closest and most secret deed Whose sight doth fained Lynxes farr exceed He he I say in mercy did behold The miseries and mischiefs manifold Wherwith those Romish-bears their King did threat Wherby they gapt to make Saints-flesh their meat Thus to his glorious Angell with sweet voyce His will unfolds which they to do rejoyce You saith Jehovah now shall understand How Satan that sly-hunter takes in hand With Cholcos spels and spight by agents proud Great Britanes soyle to spoyle yea and hath vow'd To root-out of the Earth the English-nation Who to our name perform pure adoration Which if they should accordingly atchieve * Babell would her dead hopes again revive The monstrous * Beast would salve her deadly sore And re-erect a Stews for her great Whore Then Rome the mistresse of enormity Would bask her selfe in sins deformity Then also would the Prophesies of old Seem and that justly all in vain fore-told All those praedictions clean annihilated Which said the Beast should sure be captivated That Babylon should fall and ruin'd be And that the Kings on Earth her fall should see All these I say might hereby frustrate seem And thus my people Me forgetfull deem Wherfore I purpose with all expedition To interrupt and thwart this their ambition This hasty hatefull enterprize to stop Of this rank-rising-weed the flowers to crop And although Englands sins my wrath deserve Yet for my names-sake I will them preserve Although I say Englands ingratitude Justly deserves judgements amaritude Because it doth my mercies much abuse Yet will I not permit this Beast to use Mysword of power nor give those * Imps my right But speedily in wrath their sins I 'll smite This God of mercy just-mans consolation With most ineffable commiseration To shew to us his love and bounty large A heavenly Angell forthwith gives in charge To Albions kingdome with swift course to fly And in his sleep the king to certifie How many dangers he was wrapt into Which him and 's peacefull kingdom would undo How many stinging-Snakes in Court did lurke For him and his strange snares and gins to work Wish him be circumspect the * place refrain Where Julius Caesar treacherously was slain Their impious plotted Protasis doth frown Like Sampsons-house intending to pull-down His kingdome all at once about his ears And their Epitasis portends great fears But both of these he joyfully shall see Transacted to a blest Catastrophe Then to the Lord MOUNTEAGLE hast with speed To whom the traitors closely have decreed To send a Letter this harme to prevent That from the Senate he himself absent For why say they both God and man decree By a fierce blast Romes foes down-cast to see And that he should into the country fly And there in saf'ty and security A wofull sodain spectacle expect And that this Caution might breed no suspect They wisht him having read the Letter burn That so no danger might upon him turn Him thou shalt warn his duty to perform And of this perill his dread Prince t' enform The Kingdoms and his Countries weal to further And so prevent this direfull dreadfull murther Which that same Letter mystically ment Without a name but not a blest event Then from great Jove doth wing'd Minerva fly And ere bright Titan from the spangled-sky Had banisht Cynthia dancing on Spains flood This blessed Messenger with message good Ariv'd upon the coasts of Britane fair His charge to discharge duly doth prepare Who noble Morley's heart doth first inspire With honest care and diligent desire Of his deare King and Countries happy state And then the
subjected unto justice stroke Their fainting hearts confounded wounded broke And as the custome is with hempen bands They were fast bound behinde their backes their hands And so to London fast on hors-back tyde They were convayd whom people as they ' spide Did all the way they went still flock to meet And them with execrable curses greet And so to London being brought at last In pris'n with fetters they were locked fast And not long after was the 'pointed day For their arraignment When in grave array Nobles and Judges as the cause requir'd Unto their Judgement came where with admir'd And learned eloquence deliberately The Kings Atturney then did signifie And recapitulate from first to last Each most materiall action which had past And found them guilty of that damn'd intention Crost thus in th' act by heavens alone prevention The Judges then pronounc'd their sentence due And on the traitors all in open view Was execution done in divers places To the most just confusion of their faces On th' upper-house of Parliament most high A just reward of horrid treachery Catesbies and Percies heads were fixed fast To use the Prophets words like a ship-mast That passers-by might to each other tell The just deserved issue that befell Unto those roving robbing Pirates vile Who hop'd to rife by treason theft and guile Who by ambitious and pernicious wayes The golden-fleece did hope to them to raise Not by stout Jasons valour and brave grace But by Medaea's sorceries most base They gap'd I say a golden-fleece to gain A glorious-realm to swallow but in vain Wasps thus we see make combs as well as Bees But for sweet hony work-out pouder-lees Their hearts contain'd nought but sulphurious wind And foul effects of a most treacherous mind PErfidious Fauks whose hopes were lately high By Treason to be rais'd to Dignity By Justice findes Treason retaliated His Head upon a Pole high elevated That All may see Gods vengeance prosecuting The proudest Traitors treason executing The wanderfull deliuerance 1605 OUr great Jehovah having brought to light This deep-Designe full fraught with Romish-spight The fame therof through all the Realm being blaz'd The Peoples hands and hearts to Heaven are rais'd They pray'rs and praises send to Israels King They bounteous-Bonfires make their Bels they ring Tryumphing in their Streets with fire-works rare Rockets Fire-wheeles Fire-drakes flying in the Ayre Fierce-mounting Fire-bals blazing in the Skies Quick cracking Squibs to please beholders eyes And All heart-cheering signes of Joy expresse Being thus redeem'd from Death and dire distresse THen see you pole-shorn Papists what 's the end Which al your traiterous projects doth attend See you Achitophels you Jesuites all What prize doth to your Absolons befall Bad counsell still to Authours fals-out worst An impious-project gains an end-accurst For these who like great Consuls would have raign'd As false conspirators were now arraign'd And like as fond Empedocles did cast Himself int' Aetna's fire hoping t' have past Unspide of any in the furious flame And so beheld a god with endlesse fame But when the flame his slippers did retort His hair-braind-folly was the peoples sport So these which hop'd which fondly hop'd t' have got Saints names at least by this their Aetnean plot God who in mercy did their mischiefe see And such strange folly in their hearts to be The slippers of discovery did cause To foolifie their deifide applause And by this blest Catastrophe to call Instead of that usurped name they all Hop'd-for to wit Romes meritorious-Martyrs And justly term them most notorious traitors And curs'd be they which call such evill good Accurs'd Romes doctrins grounded thus on blood Most deadly-sicke was Catesby and his train Of Achabs sicknesse none could ease his pain His stomach was with Naboths ground so cloy'd Till bloody Jesabell her skill imploy'd To give him physick with poor Naboths blood But these vile Achabs case far worser stood For why although their greedy appetite Old Achabs did exceed with gaping spight And that this upstart Jesabell of Rome Did us to death with greater mischief doom Yet since they could not kill nor yet possesse They were in farre more desp'rate wretchednesse In silence here I cannot pretermit How that these traitours past all grace or wit In conscience touch't did at their death professe That what they did was for Romes holinesse That for advancement of the Cath'lick-cause They thus had plung'd themselvs into hels jaws And that they had for their more firm direction The precepts of Romes faith and full protection The Zeale wherof did strongly them incite To execute what-ere with all their might Which precepts are by force fraud or deceit To cog collogue to threat intreat and cheat By just or unjust means by buls or bans Hugonets Calvinists and Lutherans To prosecute to cut-off and to kill All that oppose their holy Popes great will For all 's most true they teach which Rome doth say Or charge her children for she cannot stray Hence we may note that Romes rebellious feed All other malefactours farre exceed For though it cannot be gain-said withstood But some in all professions are not good But do offend by treason murther theft For which they justly are of life bereft Yet when they are to dye they nere accuse The Doctrine or Religion which they use To be the cause that they did so transgresse Or stain themselvs with such soul-guiltines But that their naturall bad inclination And want of grace brought them to desolation But these besotted eat-gods voyd of shame Do not their nature but religion blame These foule-birds thus their own nests do beray And if in ought heerin the truth they say But ô ô misery beyond compare That with such basenesse they contented are O if the understandings-eye be blind How hard it is truths perfect paths to finde If once the Lord unto our selvs us leave How hard the truth from errour to perceive O wo to those which lock-up heavens blest gates Both from themselves and their seduced mates O strong delusions as St. Paul doth call them How can it choose but danger must befall them O poysonous-cup of Romish fornication To be bewitcht by such strange incantation O if the blind do lead the blind both stumble Nay both do headlong into mischiefe tumble O what true Christian Protestant is he That does not from truths-fountain clearly see That God in vengeance and in judgement just Such Doctours and such Doctrins sure will thrust To hells deep-pit at last whence first they rose Which do Christs wholsome-doctrins so oppose For what sayes Christ the spring of verity To all his Saints for all posterity My deare Disciples go and teach each Nation Baptizing all men to regeneration Clean contrary this base-childe of perdition The Pope of Rome with hellish admonition His blinde-disciples thus most blindly teacheth To his proud-Proselites this Doctrine preacheth Go extirpate kill and confound each nation Which
doth refuse our yoake and usurpation O are not these foule broods of vipers vile And Pluto's Locusts full of fraud and guile Yea are they not the very spawn of Hell The furies of Avernus fierce and fell Satan their fathers foot-steps imitating By sword and fire fair vertue ruinating From whose most damned counsell and consent They spider-like this Stygian-poyson vent Which treacherous Faux that vessell full of vice To us to minister they did intice Doubtlesse the Divell was not a little glad That he that Popish-prey and purchase had For to those Romish friends might Pluto say As they with him in Tartars flashings lay You see brave friends th' effect of our intentions Hels secrets hidden counsels strange inventions Wch though they have not wrought as we intended Yet are they not with this plot wholly ended Indeed I must confesse we did expect A greater harvest and more full effect Of our designes But this shall now suffice â—ntill we can procure a * richer prize For yet we hope fortune hereafter may Grant us a time more mischief to display And to the full our counsels to contrive To make our stratagems more fairly thrive Nor shall this fact our counsels quite deny Our future hopes Hell is not yet drawn-dry Our coffers are not empty yet indeed This last did all our others farre exceed Which after-times may taste-of to their pain As fast as we can grace and favour gain With our choice * friends in Court Romes champions bold For these are they wch all our hopes uphold This said fly Satan those his agents all Leaves to themselves in sense of endlesse thrall The customary practise of the Divell Who when he hath suggested men to evill First makes them sin and when they are to die Comfortlesse leaves them in their misery Voyd of all help full of disconsolation Headlong to tumble into dire damnation Mark this ô ye whose hearts with deep devotion Are so bewitch'd with Circes poysonous potion With love of Romes great whore recall recall Your understanding from her divellish thrall Abjure that Doctrine cease to call them blest In whom such maps of mischief are exprest Learn with relenting tears repenting heart From Romes false jugling Jebusites to part Those subtill Syrens from you to repell Those impious Amorites Magogs of hell O take unto you Christs collyrium sweet And you shall see how they from truth do fleet Yea you shall then perspicuously perceive How they sound faith do hate and wholly leave How they true saving knowledge paths pervert How they Gods Saints with malice do begirt Assaulting them with mischief and despight Yet shall the just prevail and stand upright For why both Christ and all the heavenly hoast Do fight for them wherof they well may boast Yea from the stars according to their kind They day night do sweet protection find O why doth man then Christs true Church disturb Since heaven resists him and his wrath doth curb O thou great guider of the heavens high Who by thy thunder dost All terrifie Almighty ruler of the earth below In promise just to anger very slow O how can we sufficiently recount Thy condign-condign-praise which doth the heavens surmount Thou didst us save from slaughtring sword and fire From those which 'gainst thy laws our lives conspire From miserable massacre and death Thou only Sions-Saviour gav'st us breath And as from teeth of greedy savage Bears Did'st us recover and redeem from fears Thou only-thou by power of thy right hand Didst for us most unworthy wretches stand And our poor silly sinfull souls preserve Even then when we from thee by sin did swerve We though thy foes yet did thy mercy finde Thou wast most courteous when we were unkind Though we alas daily delight in sin Endangering heavens losse our lusts to win Quenching thy Spirit in us fostring the flesh Like dogs to vomit sinning still a fresh Contemning thy behests and holy name Using thy Saints with scornfull scoffs and shame Choosing the wrong forsaking the right way Blindly persisting when we go astray Lab'ring to please our selvs though displease thee Thinking to live as Saints yet goodnesse flee Neglecting thee and thine preferring more Our profit pleasure thy sweet grace before O let thy grace our gracelesse hearts revive O let us not still live as dead alive Sleeping in sin fearlesse of sins great feares O turn our eyes into a spring of tears O give us grace the old-man to forsake And with true-faith fast-hold on Christ to take Illuminate the blindnesse of our heart And grant dear father though not for desert That we may see the ill that we have done With tears it seen we may desire to shun And with incessant sighes and groaning grief Give grace to wail our wants and find relief Yea feed us Lord with heavenly manna sweet Thy sacred word ô guide our wandring feet To tread the paths which lead to lasting pleasure To which all other best terrestriall treasure Is but dry mosse and drosse foule dirt and clay Vain butter-flies for fooles or childrens play O lift our souls our heaven-born souls more high To seek their riches in Heavens-treasury That as Christs name with tongue we do professe So by our works we may our faith expresse The year preceding this was fatall found When a great-plagne infectiously did wound Full many a thousand of our brethren deare And next this pouder-plot we scap'd most neer For thy strong-hand ô Lord the slaughtering blade Did back retort and those our foes dismaid These things good God do plainly testifie That we have much provok'd thy clemency That our great sins have highly thee displeas'd And yet how quickly is thy wrath appeas'd Thou shew'st thy rod and mildly dost it shake That we might see thy grace and sin forsake And as a mother chastizing her childe Deals with it in affection sweet and milde Lothly lifts up her hand soone lets it fall And presently her anger doth recall Even so ô Lord most like a Parent kind Do we thy love and tender mercies find But if nor words nor warnings will reclaim us Thy punishment great God will justly tame us And doubtlesse though the Lord to wrath be slow Yet if too-far provok'd he down will throw The viols of his wrath his ire will burn Against the wicked which will not return From vanity like stubble in the field They shall consume and to his judgements yeeld Then let us ô let us with speciall care Learn both to love and feare God and declare The Gospels fruits in our lives reformation And by the Lords so frequent exhortation T'abhominate proud Babell just mens foe That Seat of Antichrist where sin doth flow The very basis of impiety The cage of unclean-birds of villany Of which I may affirm and justly hold That though thou hadst Alcides courage bold Thou couldst not cleanse Romes sin-polluted-hals More foule by farr than foule Augea's stalls That so that ancient Prophets
true prediction Of Babels bane of Roms proud Whores conviction This age in Gods due time to passe may bring This conquest great Lord grant unto our King Whose life as 't is most precious in thy sight So let thy glory shine in his great might To propagate and farther to extend The Gospels glorious Sun-shine and to bend His utmost wisedome to discern and hate The fly and secret foes of Church and State To love the good the haughty to suppresse To maintain vertue beat-down wickednesse That Justice like a river with swift source May flow with streams of uncorrupted course Through all the kingdome that in peace he may This noble Realme with grace and glory sway That all the Nobles and right noble-Peers Whose hearts this thy great love and mercy cheers The most illustrious Senate of this Land May feare thy name and Gospels foes withstand And for so great so good deserts so free So blest deliverance life and liberty Grant from that sacred-house such laws divine May be establisht and perform'd in fine As may redoun'd to th' honour joy and health Of King subjects Church Common-wealth That these most cruell cursed Canaanites These sons of Edom Churches Ismaelites The props and pillars of that shamelesse-whore Who even as sheep to die had mark'd us o're May be cut-off from mongst us which so long Have wrought sought our peace to break wrong Which like inhumane barbarous Paracides Like cursed Canibals vile homicides Would cut their Parents throat their Country dear With one-fierce blow to make their passage clear Who plot and practise guiltlesse-blood to spill Teaching as most true doctrine Kings to kill Delighting most in rapine theft and lyes Forbidding marriage not adulteries Yea incest and such other sins of shame They sleight esteem which Christians should not name Whose Pope and holy Priest-hood for their gain Their odious Stews in publick do maintain Most impudently counting it no shame A yearly tribute for such cause to claim Whose practise is to couzen and dissemble Whose blasphemies do make the godly tremble Who do by grounds of their Religion hold That which nor Turks nor Jews nor Pagans bold Nor any other Hereticks what-ere Nor those of Calycut which serve and feare The Divell to kill their King ô most notorious For conscience-sake and say t is meritorious Who mingle with Gods word yea do prefer Their own traditions causing men to erre Using abusing Scripture as they lust And do esteem the same a thing most just Teaching for truths the dreams of filthy Fryers Slandring Gods word like most nefarious lyers Who both the laws of God and man abuse The Turks I say more vilenes scarce can use Breaking the bands of blest humanity Of serious vows and hospitality Savage Assyria surely never saw Th' impieties which Rome maintains by law O why then favour we these poysonous snakes With whom what Realm or people long partakes In which Romes furious fangs are not discride Who are not curb'd and crusht by Romish-pride O if we will persist them still to spare Let 's blame our-selves if we fall in their snare Thee thee ô England I may happy call Thou little-isle whom father Neptunes wall And mighty arms embrace I past all doubt May term thee happiest all the world throughout If thou didst truly know thy blest estate Or heavens rich mercies would'st commemorate If in the tables of a thankfull heart Thou wouldst imprint Gods love to all impart By registers of never-ending dayes The endlesse matchlesse due deserved praise Of thy ay-living all-good-giving King Who still doth fill thy heart with each good thing O say how oft and from what great assaults Wch were brought on thee for thy grievous faults Hath heavens free-grace most safely thee protected God in his mercy having thee respected And when thou wast in dangers almost drown'd Thy proud prefumptuous foes he did confound Witnesse that grand-assault in eighty-eight When faithlesse Spain with impious pride and hate Insulting and consulting vaunting loud Thy fearfull finall fatall woe had vow'd And his great madnes to that passe had brought That English-seas with Spanish-ships were fraught But how did God maugre their might and spight Make windes and Seas and all for thee to fight Wracking their Ships chaining their Princes great Swallowing the rest in Seas for fishes meat How hath the Lord other great mercies shown Calming uncivill-civill discords grown In this thy Realm in former dayes of old Which oft were raised by thy Barons bold How did the Lord in blest Eliza's dayes To his eternall glory and just praise Beside that eighty-eights great victory Redeem thy crown and state from jeopardy Of many private Popish-treacheries Which by their agents Rome did still devise Against the Person of that Peerlesse-Queen Whose equall hardly all the world hath seen How did thy God watch over her for good And nip those traitors hopes even in the bud Lopping their sprigs cropping them in the floure That they could nere take root nor raging-power How often hath the Lord from thee with-held His all-devouring plagues wch would have quel'd And quencht the glory of abused-peace When God had fild thy heart with joyes encrease And though thy sins and grosse ingratitude Did make thee taste the sharp amaritude Of a late furious raging pestilence Which with most deplorable vehemence Devoured rich and poore made desolate Thy houses Churches streets in wofull state Without respect of simple or of sage Of Cottage or of Palace sex or age Yet ô yet with what wondrous admiration Did thy great Lord on thy humiliation Most strangely and most sodainly command His Angell to with-draw his wounding-hand And in a moment as it were to cease Thy weekly thousands to a cleare decrease How oft I say hath thy Almighty God With-held the fangs of famines pinching-rod By parching drought or by immoderate rain To break thy staff of bread in corn and grain Instead wherof how doth thy land still flow With milk and honey How fair doth it show With peace and plenties blessed harmony With every mercies sweet variety Like fertile Canaan no land ere did find Dame Natures bounty in like copious kind Thus thou ô England justly seem'st to be A pleasant Paradise wherin's the Tree Of knowledge wherwith thou art most indu'd Another world all things a fresh renew'd A Land I say which doth all nations passe As farre as christall does thick-spotted-glasse And yet to make thy glory more compleat The Lord hath given thee Manna angels meat The glorious Sun-shine of his word divine Thy blisse and blessednesse more cleare to shine The everlasting Gospell spring of grace The precious pearl which wisdom doth purchase Thus is thy Land the Land of Goshen right Both for the Gospels power and purenesse bright Do but compare this thy felicity With other Nations foggy misery Who stifled are as t were in piteous case With cloudy ignorance and errour base