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A Poem on that execrable treason plotted by the papists on the 5th of November, anno 1605
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such blind worship did adore Yet to this whore Nations drink off Cyrcaean cups and feast Turning from heaven to her and so from man to beast Thus she came forth but all the way Trampled on Emperours necks that groaning lay Hating her now as they before did day On still she came but with a pride That yielded nor to Lucifer's or any one beside For this a man may tell She that would rival heaven would never yield to hell Then bowing with disdain thus spoke Great Monarch to whom earth doth homage do Air sea men and mens souls too 'T is true we vex in vain and this beleeve Both you and I have equal cause to grieve That Isle before drunk with my poyson'd wine At once shakes off your yoke and mine A new born light dispels the clouds And with them our Religion that shrouds Her self in ignorance they see And seeing hate and hating sly Our plots and damned treachery Our Masques took off we can no more Deceive their senses as before Hypocrisie no longer takes Our Machiavilian Plots we draw So subt'ly out their fineness makes them break In vain we strive to keep the world in awe In vain we like Chamelions change To th' colour of all objects where we range For spight of envy we I fear Must like Chamelions too go live on air Come then our forces le ts unite And though our projects fail let not our spight My wrangling Jesuite shall sowe Sedition strife and whatsoe're May a full harvest bear Of murder rapine theft and woe Well well I 've a new project and as high As would not ill become a Deity And since heaven will not help me hell I scorn to kill a King 't is base and low Nor fits it my brave soul I 'le at one blow King and his Nobles mow But not the manner how the quickest sighted know I 'le God-like make the Sun stand still amaz'd As once when at it Israel gaz'd Old fearfull Grandame earth shall quake and flit As troubled with an ague fit Oh how I 'le laugh to see their members fly As though they fought against the Deity In heavens own face those that did scorn to move In lower then in higher orbes shall rove I 'le blow them up to heaven but this I 'le tell My comfort they with you and me shall backward fall to hell Heavens self shall think we ope'd his door And stole from thence his chiefest power His wide-mouth'd thunder that even he shall fear Lest I should him with his own weapons tear That Hydra that we never yet could mow But for one head cut off there sprang up two I 'le cut the snake in parts so small That he shall ne're again together crawl Help help ye fiends from you and from the fire I must require A means on this damn'd crue to wreak mine ire 'T is thus under that stately frame * West minster Adorn'd with Trophies of still living fame In caverns deep that one might swear They with your Kingdom correspondence bear In these instead of wine I 'le thrust Hells sooty dust That must Not onely hells colour but forces wear And when the King and Nobles all shall meet And he shall them with hony'd phrases greet And when he shall Perhaps invectively against us fall I 'le snatch a brand from hell made of the bones Of some old Papist and at once Blow up three Kingdoms into nought and send Their King to hell his half-spoke speech to end This breach once made my Furie's all Cloyster'd before I 'le soon disband And turn them on th' already conquer'd land And with unheard of tortures on them fall Unto three Furies Poets give a birth I 'le be the fourth on earth Heark heark methinks I hear Some pleasant Musick strike mine ear Better then whatsoe're Harmonious sounds the deafned world counts dear Oh? 't is the far-fetch'd grones of those Whose haughty spirits scorn'd our yoak And must be broke By tortures and by blows 5 This said the spirits all by a dumb Rhetorick show By silence they do of the Plot allow Yet they though nurs'd in blood And i' th' profession long had stood ' Sham'd to be beat in their own art they would Have blush'd if through their black they could Yet struck they were with horrour at the first But strait the thirst Of sweet revenge these new bred fears did burst Oh! how their breasts do glow With thoughts of this revenge a Century of years In hell but the Epitome appears Of one small minute now And sure some juster Nemesis had sent Onely there thoughts for punishment For hells great pain Is nothing to what they in expectation do sustain Impatient out they fly and fill the earth With stranger Monsters then e're took a birth In slimy Egypt and for fear some eye Should them and their Plot too espy They turn not Asses in Lyons but Lyons in an Asses skin For well they know Asses go free When Foxes oft suspected be Turn'd to a Jesuite here 's one That vaunts with strength of words And not of swords He can plant Romes Religion And 't is not strange Rome can so subtly plead When that old Sophister's their head No wonder that Imposter triumphs thus We are the sons of Eve And he that could deceive Our mother quickly conquers us An apple tempted her but we Are catch'd with shades and empty Pageantry Mean while hells fiends work in their cell A man might safely call it hell Hating as did their Plot the light Keeping from mens and so they thought from Gods own sight And 't is a wonder he that once durst vie With God himself for principality Should force his pride to stoop so low As in mans shape to go But hence you see what envy's self can do England mean while was lull'd asleep While her grand enemy did centry keep But watchfull heaven still in their actions pries And never shuts her Galaxy of eyes England i' th' midst of day was in a night Wandring without a light England was turn'd a floating Isle And in a sea of misery did toyl Wandring from 's knowledge far Without or sight of compass or of Star When strait me thought a ray Descends from heaven and reduces day And at one blessed sight Brings them and that damn'd Plot to light England was even Sinking in woe when strait an hand from heaven It did and still does it from sinking keep And me thought at once it rose from woe and I from sleep Awak'd I found my breast Grief gone with an unknown joy opprest When my too swelling joy t' asswage Raptur'd with a Poetick rage I burst out in these words Oh! happy Isle That can like kingdoms rule stern fate That can outbrave whate're Palsie strikes others with a Pannick fear That one may stile Without a wild Hyperbole thee th' onely Fortunate See smiling peace wars horrour gone Doth crown our rightly named Albion No Tragedies appall the eye with fear No thunder-imitating noise the ear The happy natives know not war Onely from far They hear it nam'd perhaps pure Halcion days Attends their blessed lives that canker care Corrodes not their blest peace but free as air They chant their lays Each field is pure Elizian earth doth seem To rivall heaven and show At once what all past ages e're did know That one would deem England her beautie 's Magazine where lie Oppos'd to th' ravish'd eye Her sweets contracted in one point that Jove Seems with the earth in love And as to Danae powr'd Not gold but flowrs yet whatsoe're This Letcher seems by this t' infer She is a virgin pure not yet deflowr'd O land thrice happy in thy blessed guide That at full tide Of blood and woe did steer thy wandring course And break thy greatest tempests force Thou sit'st above while winds do storm thy fort And they that once thy terrour were do now become thy sport Peace doth not hover o're Our no longer tempestuous shore But take her seat scattering her joyes amain That one might swear she had brought the golden days again And may'st thou still blest Land embalm'd in peace Securely sit Queen Regent of the Seas And may thy wooden castles all about Keep sweet peace in and enemies out And may'st thou be In a true sence called Great Britanny And may thy glorious King loaden with praise More then with years when Fate shall end his days But may 't be long first lay his down As in exchange for a celestial Crown FINIS
A POEM On that Execrable TREASON Plotted by the Papists on the 5th of November Anno 1605. Flectere si nequeunt Superos Acheronta movebunt CAMBRIDGE Printed by John Hayes Printer to the University for Robert Nicholson Bookseller in Cambridge 1670. A Poem on that Execrable Treason Plotted by the Papists on the 5th of November Anno 1605. 1 ' T Was in a day whose smiling face Might tempt with ravishing delight Heavens dwellers down to take a sight Not that they it but that it them might grace Flowrs Phoenix like from others ashes rise So fresh and fair As ready to prepare A second Paradise Or marry lusty earth to th' azure skies The sweet breath'd Zephirus wooes Coy Flora and still show'rs Into her lap whole heaps of flow'rs Who flying pou'rs Them on earth's face while he poor Lover murmuring goes Whisp'ring out in warm sighs his woes The river that e're while Curl'd up his face in frowns fann'd with a gentle gale Le ts them shrink all To th' dimples of a smile The loving flow'rs did bow their heads to meet And with officious kindness kiss your feet 'T was in those chequer'd fields where th' chrystall streams Of reverend Cham do sweetly glide Calm as heavens face when candid beams Not clouds his face do hide Illustrious Cham upon Whose silver streams the graces train And all the Muses reign That one might truly call it Helicon 'T was here in such a charming May Not sympathizing with the day The melancholly HEYRICKE lay Lay down I cannot say did rest For midst of such a joy his breast With strangest Hurricanes opprest Those charms that ne're before Wanted a conquering pow'r Were then oppos'd their subt'lest motions ne're could move Or e're dispose his duller soul to love At last grief that had play'd his part And triumph'd o're his sences and his heart To perfect his half gotten prize Lock'd up his eyes And as cold sleep imploy'd his sences so A flutt'ring dream possest his fancy too 2 He thought 't was night and not one breath Of whispering air durst stir abroad But fearfull kept within their close aboad Sleep then was th' onely God Sleep younger brother unto death To whom grand conquerers all Humble themselves and prostrate fall Sleep then had universal conquest made And those that just before durst vie With death it self for victory Were in his fetters captive laid When a strange noise broke through the air A noise that froze the stoutest hearts with fear A noise that none would doubt to come From hel's own womb The list'ning trees that just before Prick'-d up their leaves to hear Some news struck with a fear Turn Aspines all heaven shrouds Her but now shining eyes in clouds Ne're willing to restore Her lamps for such a sight nor strange That peace to horrour thus should change Hells Pursuivants cut through the air And bid foul spirits all repair To Pluto's cell Strait none deny'd Onely those that in Papists breasts reside For there they find a worse which they term better hell 3 The Councell met Lucifer takes his Throne i th' midst yet lowest for in hell The highest is the lowest still And belching out an horrid groan So great that hell's self shook With pride he much but more by far with wrath did swell And viewing heaven with lightning in his eyes At once from out his mouth words and a thundring broke Must heaven quoth he nay worse must men despise Our power are we degenerate And though faln from our heaven and hopes by fate Must our courages fall too sure hel's fire Might Chymically have refin'd The dross from each polluted mind And make those now-made-purer parts aspire Those calcin'd parts that dare to fly And brush with their proud wings the sky Degenerate souls go basely go Beg mercy from your foe Oh! how I 'de tear and rend my heart Should there lie hid in any part Such poysonous thoughts should heaven now offer 's grace I 'de dart it back into his face Recall once more into your thought How I your Captain fought Against heavens arms and though I could not get The victory heaven never aw'd me yet In my own hell I 'de fry t' eternity Once but to try With heaven again for victory Though I knew I could nothing gain But to sink down to hell again The enterprize would doubly pay my pain I 'le do 't I 'le Gyant-like his Palace scale And make his prison turn his Jail Let him to ' said his starrs go hire They 'l serve for torches and for 's funeral fire Heavens great I must confess and were 't not so I 'de scorn to own it for my foe The greater is the foe 't will be Once got the greater victory But see I break with spleen that Isle in peace That countermines our plots and still at ease Laughs at and calms our tempests and so well As if not Rome but she had th' keys of hell Sure I 'me a Prince but still some higher power Gently doth hover o're Their blest abode that let me play my part Never so well it still diverts my dart That great Armada rigg'd scarce at the cost Of all the Indian mines though blest By my good brother and the rest Of my own kindred there at Rome nay more Pray'd for by me that never pray'd before In one day it and with it all our hopes were lost And shall we here poor harmless spirits sit And never once be sensible of it Shall we in sleepish sottishness still lie As in a stupid Lethargy Shall all our conquests that e're while Aw'd heaven stay at one petty Isle No let us break their peace And make them swim in bloud as now in seas Their now-Pacifick sea le ts change To the dead sea let horrour range And fill the wondring world with monsters strange Let drums out-roar the Lyre And justice once again to heaven retire But why thus say I let it it shall come I in your faces read their doom 4 This said an humming noise succeeds The speech had rais'd their spirits higher They now their former sottishness admire Their breasts glow not with hells but angers fire That rous'd the seeds Of wonted wrath so fire doth harmless lie Cloyster'd in ashes till some wind Blows up the sparks and makes it raging shew its By the effects of 's wonted Tyranny At last from out the rest Romes fury came Unlike her sisters or the brood Of swarming sins that round her stood Her skin heavens milky way her eyes Seem those two tapers that adorn the skies Such symmetry in every part That loadstone-like they can attract the heart That Owls and such base birds of night Are ravish'd at the sight Her smile sets up a Monarchy her frown As quickly pulls it down Nay Kings must owe to her proud feet their Crown Thus she deludes the ravish'd eye That could it spy What under that but-skin-deep beauty lie Nay painted too he 'd loath what he before With