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A narrative of Popish plots with a full account of their bloody designs. By D.W.W. ; Licensed, December the 10th. 1678.
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D. W. W.
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1678
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Wing W13; Interim Tract Supplement Guide Lutt.III[121]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[117]
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A NARRATIVE OF POPISH PLOTS With a full Account OF THEIR BLOODY DESIGNS By D. W. W. LICENSED December the 10 th 1678. AT length the sacred Mystery's reveal'd Those lowring Clouds whose misty Brows conceal'd The Bright-beam'd Luster of Eternal day Dissolv'd to Vapours and are chas'd away From his bright Throne for Man to hide is vain Whose pow'rful Arms the trembling world sustain His Eyes survey the secret depths below From whence dire Massacres and Treasons flow From that great God what Mortal can retire Whose swist-wing'd Messengers are flames of fire From him what Cave what dismal shades of night In whom there is no shade can bar the light When Death and Hell stand obvious to his Eyes In whose bright self the Spring of brightness lyes The naked Universe before him quakes The trembling Earth's affrighted Pillar shakes The Deep 's discovered and all Secrets known The hearts of Kings and Princes are his own He rules in all and yet proud Man dare do The vilest things that Hell can prompt him to A little world of Dust so swell'd with Pride Intic'd to Ills he quickly turns aside Ne're fears Deaths little Anticks nor the Grave Nor that dire portion thirsty Sinners have 〈◊〉 thirsty 〈◊〉 pale-fac'd God of fears 〈…〉 deals in Sepulchres For why of late the Scarlet Whore has made Fate her diversion Death her Childrens Trade By secret Treasons is her seat upheld Her murdering thoughts with steaming flaughter swell'd Grown proud with power she fancies Sea and Land Must bow beneath her Blood-bedabled Hand Thinks to unhinge the Globe and tumble down Kings from their Thrones and grasp the Monarch's Crown Her flowing Cup being fill'd with slucing steel She drinks the Blood of Martyrs till she reel Witness Bohemia thou her rage canst tell In thee an Hundred Thousand Christians fell By Popish Tyrants Enemies to good Whom Tortures please their Eyes delight in Blood Those Crimson Streams exhausted still she craves And seeks new VVorlds for Blood she ploughs the VVaves Through briny Seas divides the swelling Flood And Tyger-like pursues the scent of Blood Those undiscover'd Lands which Natures care Guarded by Seas she finds and fixes there Her dreadful Engines and for no offence Millions are murder'd in their Innocence Naked as when their Infant cryes did gain Their Mothers love but now their cryes are vain No whispering Voice of Mercy now appears Blood must be found for that she seeks not tears Poor Mexico Peru for both we grieve But grief augments those ills we can't relieve In days of old kind death on Age would smile Fates sanguine Eyes were strangers to your soile But now with dreadful Inquisitions drest Racks Engines Flames and Tortures when at best Deluges of slaughter and perpetual groans Horrour and Fury wait upon her Thrones That this is she sacred Writ explains That City 't is which over Nations raigns But why so wide my Muse where wilt thou rome Let India stay thy Task is nearer home Her left hand 's there her right on Europe lyes Distressed Piedmont's fatal Massacryes Cry loud to Heaven 't is Blood the Nations sweat Fry'd and consum'd by her prodigeous heat Poor Albigenses stifled are in Caves Waldenses slain and scatter'd without Graves A prey to Beasts but for their Faith they dye Christ dy'd for them they 'll reign with him on high In Flanders in poor Flanders there was slain Three times six thousand Souls by Popish Spain The raging Sword like a Disease came on Thy Blood was sweet to thirsty Babylon By cruel Jesuites the world 's on fire No shade is found where Christians may retire On one hand Death on th' other Treason stands Black as themselves to fright the harras'd Lands Like Foxes first they craftily betray Then Lion-like devour the greedy Prey Paris in thee alas what fury set To hunt for Souls that Babylon's Net So secretly cover'd the Prince of Night Of Hell and Darkness hatch'd the damn'd Exploit To shroud this big-blown storm so swoln with Wind For smooth pretext a marriage is design'd Navarre's young Bride must long 't is so she wants To cure that pain the Blood of Protestants Her thirsty Hymen is not pleas'd with Wine His Lust's too great he wants the Crimson Brine Or else the Musick that delights their Ears Must be a Peal of groans or dying prayers These or what e're when darkness did surrround The Hell-bred rout began the fatal sound The Midnight cryes of Murder Kill and Wound Alarm'd all the sleepy Host but then They slept secure and never wak'd again Pav'd were the Streets with Slain the Channels roare Like some wild Torrent with the streaming gore But twenty thousand ha the sum's too small Not lives enough to make one Festival Their scarlet Mistress storms and thinks it fit That thirty thousand more should follow it Stay wonder not there 's more by her consent The King was poyson'd in the Sacrament Oh horrid deed what howling Fiend below Damn'd Spirits Harpyes can such Villains show The Mystery of our Saviours sacred Blood And glorious Body Fountain of all good Must they be made I dread to speak the guise To murder Kings and mask their Villanies Look down great God why sleeps thy Vengeance say Thy injur'd mercies made the Monster pray Poor Ireland's groans breathe fresh into my mind Anger by name to angry Foes consign'd Fates bailful streams upon thee have been shed And cruel hands have dy'd thy bosom red A hundred thousand sacrificed lives By Tortures Rack and Massacreying Knives That Phebus blush'd to see the Crimson day And muff'd in Clouds he turn'd his Face away Not silver Hairs nor Infant cryes could prove Of force sufficient Tyrants hearts to move Beauties in vain to blunt their fury strive First ravish'd are and then ripp'd up alive From Mothers Arms infeebl'd by a Wound The Babe is snatch'd and dash'd against the Ground With Fire and Sword they triumph and declare Their black Commissions from the Prince of Air This dreadful Beast whose crashing Jaws devour The Nations up receives the Dragons power His burning rage in England has been seen To plague her subjects tempts the easie Queen Our brave Heroes fix their Eyes above And dare his mallice arm'd with sacred love Redeem'd from Earth they dare the worst of ill They fear not him who can the Body kill ' Their Hands nor Foreheads never bore his Name ' Mount like Elijah up to Heaven in flame 'To quell this storm begun Jehovah sent ' Such saving Balm as heal'd our Government And broke his Horn with which he push'd down Kings And reach'd the Stars with proud aspiring wings Then like himself he threatn'd with his Tails And with dire plot our peaceful Land assails Powder and Fire the Engin brought from Hell To shake the VVorlds affrighted Cittadel But Heaven took care to blast that black design And crush'd the Villains in their fatal Mine The Net was laid and they forgetting where Groaping in darkness did themsleves ensnare Where more than seventy years like Snakes in Snow They seem'd benum'd and scarce a motion show 'T was opportunity not want of will That cramp'd the Tyrant made his mallice still Warm'd by the mildness of a gracious King Good next to him that made him rears his Sting All guilded o're as smooth as Man cou'd seign Yet bears the deadly Poyson in his Brain His Mouth prepar'd a Flood to drive away The sacred Church and Cloud the States bright Ray. The first by deadly Acconite must dye The next devour'd by swarming Locust ly This Land so far for wholsome Laws renown'd With Peace with Plenty and with Justice Crown'd Rul'd by a Prince whom Heaven did so proclaim Before the Tribes on Earth to bear his Name A King so bounteous merciful and great Besides him none cou'd fill his Fathers Seat So just so good the Power Immence thought fit That Majesty should only Govern it The mighty God before whose Throne there lies The flaming Seraphims whose sacred cries Are Hallelujah and eternal praise Glory and honour are before his Face Thousands of Angels and ten thousands stand To execute his just and great Command In vain does thirsty Nimrod hunt for blood Heaven sees his secret Baths they are not good He brake the Lions Jaws redeem'd the Prey The deeds of Darkness shew'd in perfect Day Sav'd his Anointed and our gracious King To his great Name let 's loud Hosanna's sing He has remember'd mercy still does bless And turns our Foes device to foolishness Hosanna Power Salvation Glory Might To him who dwells in everlasting Light Gloria Deo in excelsis Pax Hominibus Vivat in Eternum Rex Carolus Secundus FINIS LONDON Printed for D. M. 1678.