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A86261	November the 5. 1605. The quintessence of cruelty, 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.; Pietas pontificia. English.	Herring, Francis, d. 1628.; Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1641 (1641)	Wing H1602; Thomason E1100_1; ESTC R203901	60,311	138

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 thē 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 ●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

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 liv●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

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