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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

iniquity Catesby and Percy Fauks together met Their hellish hearts for mischief now to whet Then Catesby speciall Authour of this ill Their thoughts with traiterous poison thus did fill Right trusty friends since now we private are My minde to you I freely will declare My swelling-tympany of hate is such My discontent and grief of heart so much To see our Holy Father so neglected And how small hope to have him ere respected Within this Kingdom for I plainly see The late Queens courses will maintained be I see I say and to our grief we finde King James is like to prove to us unkind That therfore t is high time to take advice And herein we must not be fondly nice Nor with faint-hearted fear must we proceed To pluck-up and supplant this growing weed For when a wound is grown much putrifi'd The sharper med'cines must therto be pli'd Four strong inducements hereunto have we In whose firm truth we all instructed be First that the King and all his Subjects are Vile Heretikes fit therfore for the snare Next hence we know our great High-Priest of Rome Them excommunicate accurs'd doth doom A third motive which does our fact maintain Is that no Heretick ought king to raign And lastly that it is a work most glorious Yea a most holy act and meritorious To extirpate destroy and quite root-out This King and his hereticall base rout O then dear friends why stand we to demur Let this to us be a sharp goad and spur Why fear we faint we Doubt we to go-on Let this incite our resolution Namely that we in Romes rare rubricks shall Our name eternize and our fame enstall That Rome I say will ever us account The Wings wheron her glory did re-mount Re-edifiers of Saint Peters rites This hope this hap our valiant hearts incites To be such Fosterers and such fautours strong Thus to redeem our selvs our Saints from wrong See here good Reader see what course they take The Pope their Romish-Idoll great to make To set-up irreligious adoration To work truths shipwrack and dire extirpation O must our bloud be spilt our King be slain And many death-door-knocking Souls complain O divellish-doctrin whence such fruits do flow O miserable souls seduced so David a good man to Gods own heart made To God to build a Temple was gain-said And all because his hands were full of blood Yea though his battles were both just and good And yet must Romes base bond-slaves under-take With blood yea must they their oblations make With blood of Gods annoynted Saints elect Not Gods but Belials Temple to erect Romes faithlesse Synagogue to re-advance Full stuft with pride errour and ignorance Then cursed Cain might also think it good To please the Lord with Abels guiltlesse blood And Jeroboam might have hope to please And with his Idols Gods wrath to appease But far be this from each true Christians thought For wo be to the work which blood hath wrought Wo unto those which Sions ground-work lay With crying blood thus doth king David say But yet these Romish Absaloms past grace Would seem than God more wise like Atheists base Or els with Davids foole do say in heart There is no God to pay them their desert For instantly at Catesbies curs'd oration They vow revenge with ardent protestation And therupon being fild with hellish craft They counsell take each shoots his deadly shaft Some this way would their will effect some that But dire destruction each-one aimed at Ones vile opinion was with sword or knife The guiltlesse king to rob of his sweet life Another would perfidiously him slay With powerfull poyson Then a third did say When he by hunting tyr'd to sleep did lay-him Pretending friendly-harbour he would slay-him Medusas * son sate silent all this while His heart being hatching a transcendent wile Hears their opinions counts them all but shallow He had a gulf found out a Realm to swallow I mean that caitiff Catesby who at last From 's poisonous stomack thus this vomit cast True zealous Cath'liks Romes approved friends My heart your fervour worthily commends Your love you show but yet believe me this Me thinks you all do point the way amisse For that which you advise doth doubtlesse bend And more to our than their destruction tend So small attempts bring danger we 'l contrive To leave nor boughes nor branch nor root alive For what though we the King-alone destroy Leaves he not after him a Prince t' enjoy His Crown and Scepter a most hopefell heir To take revenge as we may justly fear A Prince I say of pregnant sprouting hope Then let us not give vengeance so great scope Great flames have grown burnt-down cities fair Even by small sparks left kindling without care This young Prince Henry to my minde doth call Revolting Henry th' eighth that chief of all Did work our holy-Fathers downfall first A deed most heynous hatefull and accurst Whose odious name may ere be execrable And t'all good Catholiks abhominable Wherfore this is my mind and constant doom To extirpate and utterly consume This Seed hereticall which bears such hate To royall Romes imperiall fair estate Now that this stratagem may prosperous be With patience tend and lend your ears to me parliament- An ancient house there is near situate To Percies house whither in princely state To parle about the Kingdoms great affairs Englands chief Peers and counsell grave repairs The Nobles Bishops Knights and Burgesses In Parliament to give their suffrages Thither also as custome doth maintain The King Queen Prince all their princely train The first day of the Parliament do go Most sumptuously making a glorious show In scarlet robes glistering with pearl and gold Great multitudes assemble it to behold Under this house we closely may prepare An undermined vault and fill that snare With plenteous store of gun-pouder most fierce Which like a mighty whirl-wind quick may pierce And pull in peeces and blow-up to th' skies The cursed corps of those our enemies Of King and Counsellours of Prince and Peer Your liking and consent now let me heare With joynt consent and great content they all Laud and applaud this Diabolicall This horrid hatefull hideous foule invention Yea traiterous Fauks with nimble apprehension Finding the drift therof O thus sayes he The House which Rome hath spoild shall spoiled be Thus we says he for our dear Cath'like truth Shall fill our foes with horrour wo and ruth Thus we shall canonized be and much renown'd Whiles we our foes supplant and quite confound Thus those I say which 'gainst us made sharp laws Shall griped be within fierce vengeance paws Thus those which quondam us'd to prosecute And Romes pure-Priests and Saints did persecute These these I say made proud by our rich spoyls Shall tumble head-long in our nets and toyls Now heerupon more Copesmates they invite Amongst the rest Gerrard a Jesuite

cellar 41. Armado in 88. 87. The Attempt of Grant a Traitor 63. B BArons warres 87. Bloody-builders of a bloudy Church 11. C CAtesby and others sit to plot a Treason 10. Catesby the inventer of this pouder Plot 12. Catesbies project approved by all 14. Catesby adviseth with Garnet 16. Catesby and Percy bring news to the other Traitors of the plots discovery 58. Catesby Percy and Winter fight all 3 together 72. Catesbies and Percies heads set on the Parliament house 74. A Cellar hyred 23. City of Coventry 65. Consultation about the Kings Children 24. A Country-man suspects the Traitours in their hunting 55. Coventry comforts the young Lady Elizabeth 66. Court-traitors most dangerous 81. D DEes five 98. Description of the plots effects had it taken 26 Discovery of the pouder 41. The Divels speech to the Traitors in Hell 80. Description of the Hunt 54. Divers treasons projected 12. Dun-church-Heath 53. E ENcouragements to Papists to the Treason 11. Sr. Everard Digbies bounty towards the work of this Treason 23. Sr. Everard Digby a chief hunter 57. Empedocles described and alluded to 77. England the Land-mark of Gods mercies 86. England like Canaan 88. Equivocation 100. Exhortation to give all praise to God alone 92. F FAmine 88. Faux the chief actor of this Treason 5. Faux sent to the Pope 21. Faux returns home 22. Faux is imprisoned 46. Faux sent to the Tower 47. Faux frighted with the rack 47. A Fore-running judgement 69. A Fight pell-mell 71. Sr. Fulk Grevill 64. G GArnet and Gerard two Priests 14. Garnets answer to Catesby 18. Garnets simile 19. Garnets Doctrine compared with Christs 20. Garnets opinion confirmes the plot 21. Garnets opinion of themselves 60. God speaks to his Angell 31. Greenwell the Priests resolution 60. Gun-pouder 13. H HAll a Jesuite startled 60. Halls divellish change and judgement on the fact 62. Lord Harrington 65. A holy Hunt 54. I IEsuites impudency 61. Impossibility to escape the blow 45. Impudency of Faux 42. Impudency of Faux at the Court being examined 46. Ingratitude of England 90. Introduction to the plots discovery 31. Justice 89. K KIng James succeeds Qu. Elizabeth in peace 9. King James interprets the Letters oenigma 38 39 Sr. Thomas Knevet sent to search 39. The Kings-evill 101. L LOndons misery 30. The Letter 34. Littletons house the Traitors refuge 67. A Lie 61. M MArtyres of Rome 63. Manna 89. Motives foure to plot a treason 10. Lord Mounteagle 33. Mounteagle goes to Court with the Letter 37. Mounteagles serving-man 34. N NEroes wish 29. Nocents and Innocents 17. November the 5t 25. O OAth for secrecy and constancy in the plot 15. Oration of Percy to his fellow Traitors 59. Observation remarkable 78. P PArliament-House 13. Parliament-House undermined 22. Parliament-House 33. Percy and Catesby staied about Westminster to heare the event of things 53. Percy and Catesby slain 72. Perillus the Engineer 71. Pestilence 1628. 88. Pope and Divell Treasons Parents 5. Provision of pouder and fatall instruments 25. Prayer for the King and State 84. Puritans falsly to be accused as the traitors 50 51 52 Q QVeene ELIZABETHS death 8. R REbellion attempted by the traitors 60. Recapitulation of Romes abhominations 85. Report of the treason is spread abroad 46. Return of thanks to God our sole deliverer 82. Remorse seeming in the traitors 70. Rookwood and Winter are shot 71. S SAcrament taken by the conspirators 15. Search made 39. Simile 28. Simile 72. Simile 83. Spanish king plotted withall in this Treason 9. Spanish king refuseth to ayd the traitors 9. A Stone-wall hinders the traitors worke 22. Supposition of the deed done 30. Suspition of the Hunters by a friend 56. A Smith smites Winter the Traitor 64. The Steed being stoln shut the stable-doore 63. T TReason was the Popes first-born Son 2. Tressams perjury 49. The Traitors hunt Religion 57. The Traitors amazed to heare the Plot was discovered 58. A Tray of pouder fired among the Traitors 69. The Traitors grow desperate 71 The Traitors apprehended 73. The Traitors convayed to London 73. The Traitors arraigned 73. Treason against Queene Elizabeth 87. V Sr. Rich: Verney high-Shrieve 64. W Sir Rich Walsh besiegeth the traitors 68. Winter sent into Spain to plot treason against Qu. Elizabeth 7. Winter and Faux talk in the Tower 48. Winters dream 69 Wrights both are slain 71. Winter wounded in the belly 73. FINIS To my worthy Friend Mr. IOHN VICARS SIR I Have here sent you a true relation most faithfully delivered as I received it from our deare deceased friend M. Clement Cotton the Authour and Composer of the Concordance of the Bible which is this Lewis Pickering Esquier of Tits-marsh-grove in the County of North-hampton a Gentleman of an ancient and most noble Family as being alied to Queene ELIZABETH by her mothers side and was the secondman that brought newes to King JAMES into Scotland of Queene ELIZABETHS death and was afterward sworne his Servant This Gentleman had a Sister that was married to Keyes one of the Popish Conspiratours whereby there could not choose but be much familiarity betweene them By which Keyes most divellish contrivement that hellish plot had it taken effect should have beene translated from the Papists to the Puritans as I had the Relation from the mouth of M. Clement Cotton who also received it from the said M. Pickering himselfe in his life time after this manner This worthy religious Gentleman M. Pickering being in great esteeme with King JAMES with whom he oft times rod a hunting and as they rode had frequent private conference and informed the King above sixe months before that treason brake out that the Papists had some notable villany in hand but what it was he could by no meanes learne Now this said M. Pickering had a horse of speciall note and well known among the Courtiers on which he used to hunt with the King a little before the blow was to be given which his brother M. Keyes desired to borrow of him for some present speciall use which he said he had for him and it was somewhat probable to be for their pretended hunting on Dunsmow-heath where many of the conspiratours contrived a hunting match for divers dayes together a little before the blow was to be given that so they might be neare to come where the Lady ELIZABETH lay But what ever Keyes pretence was the horse so borrowed was conveyed to London and there kept for another purpose which thus was plotted Faux on the day of the fatall Blow was appointed to retire himselfe into St. Georges feild where this said horse was to attend him to make his escape so soone as the Parliament House was blowne up It was likewise contrived that the said M. Pickering was that very morning to be murthered in his bed and secretly conveyed away as also that Faux himselfe should have bin murthered in St. Georges field and there so mangled and cut in peeces as that it might not be

* Fathers skill So well acquainted with thy * Mothers will Nimble thou art without or stop or study To plot a mischief be it ere so bloody Horrid or hatefull yea a King or Nation To ruinate with matchlesse devastation To swear forswear couzen and equivocate By mine instructions rarely literate Then hast with speed Alecto be thy guide To Britane big with insolence and pride Be it just or unjust leave no means unwrought That to our ancient yoak they may be brought Then Romes officious most pernicious son Replies but this deare Mother count it done Then like swift Tyber without least delay With vultures appetite he takes his way To England where to fit his enterprise A Priest-like habit shapes his best disguise A gown all garded with religious lace The Cath'like-cause is vizard for his face And marvell not for thus the Divell doth use Like Angel-bright Gods children to abuse And thus within * Guy Fauks his faithlesse brest He harbour finds and is a welcome guest A man to mischief prompt incarnate Divell Swift to shed blood active to any evill With envy stuft and puft sly malecontent Dissembling Sinon double-diligent Whose name he ever changed with his place Of residence like Proteus various face Foster sometimes Johnson and Brown he 'll be To passe unknown suspicion thus to flee His name not nature habit not his heart He takes forsakes as best befits his part Here now Romes base-born brat makes no delay But farther flings works others to his bay Whose hearts already hankered very sore Like muttering Israel after Babels whore For Egypts flesh-pots and with factious thirst To quaffe Romes poyson till their bellies burst These doth he stir with spur of innovation And charms them thus with hellish incantation With high-built hopes thus labours to perswade thē And with these sly delusions doth invade thē The day so long desir'd your foes to foyle To plunge them deep in matchlesse helples toyl Is now comn-on wherin base Calvins rout And Luthers vassals you may clean root-out Romes wals to rear and ruins to repair To make her splendour shine her beauty fair Her enemies triumphantly to bane Romes rare Religion strongly to maintain Straight they to Sinons sugred words do vow Theirs and themselvs unto his becke and bow This good successe adds fuell to the fire To Court he therfore comes with foul desire His Doctours hellish Documents to broach And into favour hopes there to encroach There this bilingued-Sinon ramps about Most sedulous and serious to finde-out The man he long'd to see whom straight he found A wisht companion Traitour most profound Percy infected yea of treason confected And even by nature therunto addicted A gracelesse guardian to his gracious King A fiery forge to frame each traiterous thing A most bold bond-slave to his holy Pope A strong supporter of Romes hellish hope To whom Fauks openeth each materiall thing Assures good-luck the work to passe to bring Who man and message presently imbraceth And in his love much confidence soon placeth Then each to other they themselvs fast ty What neither had faith and fidelity They mutually do promise to fullfill Like Pilate and proud Herod Christ to kill Then as their pledges each gave hand to others And here were made treasons chief sworn-brothers Perfidious Percy and false Fauks made one Fauks must forsooth be Percies servant known His name being chang●d thus Mr and the man Their projects throughly do discusse and scan And thus disguis'd in this sly unknown hew Securely they their rancorous poyson spew And now with Fauks and Percy Catesby met An ancient Traitour soon on mischief set Whose heads hearts hands and all plod and contrive Some horrid treason how to make to thrive Some strange domestick-deluge to ordain Since now their hopes were frustrated in Spain For why long since in sweet Eliza's daies That Paragon of time times peerlesse praise They had sent * Winter to the King of Spain To crave his aid their mischiefs to maintain Our Kingdome to invade and to possesse Romes power here to re-plant their wrongs redresse Assuring him that in his puissant ayd The English-Cath'liks would be parties made The King that time promis'd with them to joyn And that he 'd furnish them with store of Coyn An hundred thousand crowns he would bestow And being Victor them all favour show And this desir'd that if the Queen did dye He might have knowledge of it instantly For therupon he would his power advance And speedily prevent sinister chance This was on both-sides promis'd and concluded But Heaven in mercy all their hopes deluded Then then I say did Spain intend our doom Together with the proud high-Priest of Rome When as That miserable-Woman dy'd For thus the Pope had term'd her in his pride But O nefarious lyer how could She Unhappy or so miserable be Whom neither th' arrow which by day did fly Nor Pestilence by night to wit Romes sly And secret practis'd treasons ere could quail Nor yet th' Armado mighty Spanish-sayl Who in her self and subjects was most blest Whose kingdom while she liv'd enjoy'd sweet rest Full peace and plenty princely-royalty With peoples love and cordial-loyalty Thus Rome and Spain lay gaping but in vain To see fair Englands lustre in the wain But now behold a wonder you shall hear That glorious * Sun did set in this our sphere And yet although our Sun did so go-down No night ensu'd no cloud did on us frown No losse appear'd only a change we had Which many then neer-dying-hearts made glad For why in our horizon did arise Another * Jubar-bright to cheer our eyes King James succeeded as a glorious-Sun In whom his subjects joy a fresh begun Their happy dayes again did sprout and flourish And with the milk of peace their hearts did nourish But malecontent malignant Catesbies heart Together with his mates hereat did smart With galling-grief to see their hopes so thwarted These accidents they therfore soon imparted Unto the King of Spain as was agreed Requesting now his promis'd ayd with speed Protesting that their hearts were all on fire Firmly t' effect both his and their desire To serve him in this great negotiation If he would second them with supportation For why they said they now began to doubt That things were like aversly to break-out And that the English-Cath'liks cause was worse Because king James held-on the late Queens course But Spain grown now more politick than so And well perceiving how the cards would go A cunning-gamester bent himself for peace With England wishing them their suit to cease Whose unexpected answer did them trouble Yet did their malice and their rancour double With most Infernall rage their hearts did burn What course to take which way themselvs to turn And when they saw al forrain hopes forsook them Unto this powder-treason they betook them And now that furious fierce triplicity Those impious brethren in

Lord Harrington by Dunchurch-heath Together with the Princesse Mary fair And having got this royall female-pair Elizabeth they would their Queen proclaime And on her person sequell projects frame At Dunchurch therfore they 'd a hunt pretend And friends there meeting might that businesse end Lastly they all consult and take advice What forrein Prince they heerto might intice What English Lords and Noble-men to save Who of this Kingdome should possession have Of these and all these circumstances they Firmly resolv'd against the pointed-day Each thing thus hapning to them passing-well To Fauks whom we not man but hagg of hell May justly term a title best befitted The finall fatall-blow was then committed This gastly ghostlike-monster night by night To th' Cellar went all things to order right Which Cellar now they filled had complete With firkins barrels and with hoggs-heads great Thirty and six with gun-pouder all stuft Which should earths intrals to the skies have puft Lord what a puffe what a combustious flame What motion what commotion by the same Had from the Earth into the ayre bin rais'd Hels stoutest furies to have made amaz'd And yet to make the blow more strangely fierce More desp'rately the corps to pash and pierce Upon the barrels they had laid also Great crowes of iron to increase the blow And massie-stones and logs had plac't theron Right underneath the Kings and Princes throne And to prevent the danger of suspect That none those Stygian engines might detect These traiterous hell-hounds with Medaea's guile Great store of billets therupon did pile And fagots so the gun-pouder to hide That it could not without great search be spide Thus having fram'd this Chaos of confusion This seven-fold heated fornace For conclusion Of Englands fatall-doome they now expect The long-wisht day their purpose to effect The happy hoped-day Novembers-fift To drive all head-long with a horrid drift Thus Fauks that ravening-Wolf with hungry-jaws Greedily gap'd to gripe us in his pawes Thus thus he stood prepar'd to perpetrate With more than barbarous most inhumane hate A treason passing Catelines compact Against old Rome with hot Cethegus backt Ambitious Hamans arrogant proud thought Against the Jewes could no such ruth have wrought Inferiour farre to this transcendent treason Was Paris massacre with most just reason And that Sicilian wofull Even-song Came farre behinde this proiect And among The best Chronographers thou canst not finde A fact so foule so cruell and unkinde Not barbarous Scythia nor Tartaria wild Did ever heare or see a plot so vilde Much lesse ere dreame the like to enterprize Than which a worse Pluto could not devise Nor such a palpable Aegyptian-fogg Have rais'd to rear Romes faithlesse Synagogue Wherin they hopt a kingdome to devoure At once with one blow in lesse than one houre Like unresistible remorslesse waves To make the open-ayre the tombes and graves Of our dread King the Queen the Prince our joy Of Englands peerlesse Peers with dire annoy Of all our choice and chief Nobility Of Levies-Sons props of the Prelacy Lycurgus-Sons our Justices and Judges To whom their Romish foes bare secret grudges The flower of gentry creame of Common-weale Her skilfull Surgeons countries sores to heale Her most accomplisht Knights the bravest part And prudent Burgesses had felt that smart Most of the soundest Lawyers of the Land Had altogether perisht out of hand All These I say thus marked-out to die Had not heavens fore-sight given their wrath the lie Smother'd in smoake and dust to th' Ayr blown-up Had drunke full-drafts of deaths most direfull cup Their bodies batterd shatterd torne and rent Arms heads and legs flying i th' firmament Dismembred bodies all besmeard with gore A sight which very Scythians might deplore Yea roare to see and seeing curse the hearts Of all such barbarous Actors of such parts Thus thus I say those pious Patriots had Been All ingulft in death and dolour sad By this most woefull fearfull Stygean Act Likest it-selfe paralel'd by no fact O mischief murther massacre most strange New snare base ware brought forth from hels exchange O Popish cruell-crue inhumane quite Monsters in Gods monsters in all mens sight O wretched work to which all woes are due Great wrack more great than may beheld for true Who present saw All noted All he saw To trust All seen his Own-eyes scarce could draw With such fierce flames of quick Sulphurious scath Doth Rome promove approve her Cath'lick Faith Nay not these reasonable-souls alone Had in that roaring-thunder up bin blown Without distinction or least difference Of mean or mighty people or of Prince Of Majesty or honour sex or age Such was the horrour of Romes wrath rage But many senslesse-creatures they had ment To make partakers of that hideous rent Both those most ancient famous houses fair Of Parliament the springs of laws most rare Westminster-hall fair Englands judgement-seat Yea doubtlesse White-hall had to dust bin beat The Church wherin Kings had their coronation All turn'd to ashes by that conflagration That Church I say wherin the tombes most rare Of former famous Kings and Princes are With precious curious cost and care erected From age to age most gorgeously protected As endlesse trophies of triumphant raign All these had faln dasht into dust again Yea all the marks of Britanes royall-Grace The Crown of England Scepter Sword and Mace Records and Charters which appropriate To all their portion honour right and state O wofull ruthfull these had bin Romes prey In this sulphurious-furious dark doomes-day So horrid and exorbitant a plot So foul a stain so black an ugly-spot Doubtlesse mans tongue before did never tell His eyes behold or in his heart could dwell Nay all the furies of th'infernall-pit Could never surely such foule poyson spit So rare a King so rare a Queen to kill So rare a Prince so rare a Race to ill So rare a State to stab with cruelty So rare a Realm to bring to misery Whom all the world admir'd belov'd of all Whom none but Pope and Papists wisht to fall If a mean-man to slay be detestable Then how much more had this bin execrable If to shed-bloud be cal'd a crying-sin How much more monstrous had this murther bin This mo●● than crying yea this roaring-crime Unparalell'd unpattern'd by all time For these destroy'd what were a Realm but dead A most dismembred corps without a head And as a silly Hare feare laid aside Securely thinks within his form to 'bide Whom when the Country-man asleep doth finde With his plow-staffe he kils with eager minde Even so Romes cruell bloody-dragon had Obliterated Englands fame and clad Her glorious beauty glist'ring name and nation In sable mourning wo and lamentation So huge a throat had this wilde wolf of Rome Christs stocke at once to swollow and consume Who thus at one indeed deep Cath'like blow Had not heaven-only therunto said no Had Nero's most inhumane wish effected Namely all Englands

he hath cut-down his choisest-vine Because it would not to his word incline Thinkst thou the fruitlesse wilde-Olive shall stand Unprofitably comb'ring his good land O no he 'll make it wither soon and dye Like to our Saviours barren Fig-tree dry And thou whom God hath thus with mercies blest If thanklesse shalt with dangers be distrest Yea multitudes of mischiefs will thee follow And thee in treasons greedy-jawes will swollow Yea troupes of traitors then shall daily strive Of life and liberty thee to deprive Wherfore that thou ô England still maist have Gods friendly favour thee from foes to save Preach and proclame with heart and hearty cheer With thanks praise each hour month yeer This matchlesse-mercy of thy loving Lord And it on marble-pillars aye record Yea teach thy childrens children to rejoyce To sing Gods-prayses with shrill-sounding voyce And every way his name and fame to reare For this so great Deliverance And to beare A zealous hatred deadly detestation To Romes false doctrines base abhomination Thou then the God of our inheritance Thy Sions Saviour strong deliverance Our part our portion buckler staffe and stay Under thy wings preserve us still we pray Make void and frustrate Romes most hatefull pride The cause is thine ô Lord stand on our side Resist their rage for 'gainst thy Church they rave And let thy people thy protection have Revenge the blood of thy distressed Saints And when they grieve relieve their sad complaints O Lord we pray thee blesse and dresse thy Vine Thy Love thy Dove this little-flock of thine Yea Lord at all times in extremest straits Thy sacred arms upon our armies waits Thy help is present and thy presence sweet To foyle our foes and cast them at our feet Thou Lord dost cause the fell Monocerate To beare on 's brow a soveraign-Antidote Wherfore this wond'rous work of thine ô Lord Our voyce our verse for ever shall record Our hearts we will incline thy praise to sing Even thy great name ô our celestiall King In every house Shire City Street and Temple And teach our children this by our ensample Throughout the Kingdom we thy fame will raise While vitall-breath from death prolongs our days And tell this thy great work to every Nation While Sun and Moon shine in their cloudy-station Our singers shall sing Psalms to thee on high O blessed blessed blessed-Trinity FINIS An Epigram to Iesuites the Principall Disturbers of Peace and Unity the Authours and Firebrands of Sedition and Treachery throughout the Christian-world OR The ROMISH WHITE-DIVELL Qui cum Iesu itis non itis cum Iesuitis THe Fatall-Sisters Latine-Poets call Parcae though parcunt nulli they kill all And Latinists the thick-wood Lucus write Ceu nunquàm lucens wherin comes no light And by the same Antiphrasis of late The Jesuites to themselvs appropriate The sacred name of Jesus though their works Declare their lives to be farr worse than Turks Heavens lightnes brightnesse differs not so great From ponderous drossie Earth Nor Southern heat To Northern chilling killing frosts so far Differ Nor th' Artick from th' Antartick star Is more remote than this rank of makes-shifts Whose hatefull lives crafts couzenage subtill drifts To all good-men apparent are unlike To Christ or Jesus Doctrine if you strike Their name out only and their works behold Their best-part then will prove but drosse to gold Do thorns bear grapes do figs on thistles grow Or the tall-palme yeeld pleasant fruite ô no The tree by 's fruit may manifested be On good-trees good on ill bad fruit we see The Jesuites-Doctrine who to know doth list It doth of 5. dees Five dees properly consist In Daunting subjects in Dissimulation To Depose Dispose Kings Realms Devastation Whither the Jesuites come more near to those Which beare the armes of Christ or Mars with blows It is a question but with ease decided As thus Christs souldiers ever are provided Of these blest weapons tears prayers patience These foyl and spoyl their foes with heavenly fence But daggers dags keen-swords poysons deceit Close-fawning treasons wiles to couzen and cheat These are the Jesuites-arms and with these arts Their Pope to deifie they play their parts Nor faith nor piety their followers have For divellishly 'gainst truth they rage and rave How fit those armes Loiola's-brats beseem Britane can witnesse and the whole-world deem I 'll passe-by other-slights all in this one In this foule pouder-plot they all are shown Blush blush ô Jesuites England knows too well Your counsell furthered most this worke of Hell Yea impious Garnet for the traitors pray'd Prick't pusht-forward those he might have staid Being accessary to this damn'd intent Which with one-word this Jesuite might prevent Such barbarous traitours and strange treachery To hide and silence is grosse villany Gentem auferte perfidam c. But ô with orisons God to implore To grant successe ô speak was ere before In all the world like wickednesse ere known In any age such monsters seen or shown Which with religious shows shelter foule-crimes With vertues cloake hiding them oft oft-times And then ô then I tremble to declare Calling the Lord of Heaven with them to share In this foule-fact nor yet heerwith content To offer heaven this high disparagement But that they 'll act more grosse impiety If any can be worse t' heavens Deity These sacrilegious traitors falsly think No surer bands themselves to tie and link To secrecy and resolution strong Than therunto blasphemously to wrong Our Saviours glorious body and blood also To their eternall and infernall woe And who so impious so audacious bold In 's wretched hands the Eucharist to hold Who was so godlesse who so gracelesse trow So rich a pearle unto such swines to throw Who but a Priest of this Society Wouldst know his name t was Gerrard certainly Perswade your selves ye holy fathers all This is a truth which you a lye will call For nought is said against you but most right Then blush for shame hide your selvs from sight O heavens ô earth ô treachers times and season Degenerous minds and hard-hearts void of reason Truly t is doubtfull difficult to tell Whether of these two mischiefs did excell At one-blow bloodily so to confound A King and Queen three Kingdomes so renownd Nobles and Senate thus to strike and stroy By pouder them to spoyle with great annoy Or that Christs glorious sacred body and blood His holy yea most holy Supper shou'd By such damn'd unbidden guests be ' taminated So base a band to be conglutinated And link't thereby with such vile vehemence To perpetrate that Stygian foule offence The Pristine Poets us'd in verse to sing The noble Gests of every Prince and King But now t is needfull in this weedfull age Wherin impiety and vice do rage Yea and all too-too little to declare The hatefull times and crimes which most rife are Whose monstrousnes to paint to publike sight The true relation

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

as for me the best that I can do Which is my prayers and Orisons for you And your so high designe I most devout Will duly truly to the heavens poure-out And all our Saints and meritorious Martyres Implore to ayd you and your zealous partners O most pernicious Priest O Scythian sect Do you with blood your followers thus infect Is this the charity you all professe Your false conceived wrongs thus to redresse Now how this Jesuites judgement doth agree With Jesus doctrine you shall briefly see When God with sinfull-man vouchsaf'd to talk Told he not Abraham that if ten just folk In Sodom could be found his wrath he 'd stay And would not all in his just vengeance slay But for those righteous sakes would mercy show But ghostly Garnet was more wise than so Did not the heavenly husband-man declare His sacred minde touching the wheat and tare Since both grew-up to let them both alone But of this husbandry Garnet will none Doth not St. Paul doth not all Scripture show No evill ought be done that good may grow Was it not Mercies majesty and joy That none of his he brought unto annoy Not one was lost saying he came to save Not to destroy whom God unto him gave But yet Loiola's Priests more wise do grow They hold it lawfull to kill friend or foe Though Peter may not strike in Christs defence Yet Popish-Priests may use all violence Catesby was heerwith now full satisfi'd And glad that all things to his thoughts compli'd For now he judgd himself most strongly able To settle his man Bates his minde unstable For Catesby noted how he jealously Observ'd each-passage with anxiety And saw how Rookwood was amaz'd in minde And toucht in conscience that he had combinde To ta●e away and let-out so much blood And that they-both much wavering theron stood He therfore told them that most certainly He was resolv'd by good authority No lesse than Garnets their chief Jesuite That with good-conscience voyd of least affright They might destroy nocents and innocents Rather than leave-off their so high intents With which assurance they were satisfi'de And so resolv'd all hazards to abide Now then to Rome is Fauks sent privily Vnto the Pope their plot to signifie To make-known to his holinesse with speed From first to last how all things did proceed His holinesse his traiterous Son commended Perswades to persevere till all were ended Assures successe and fortunate conclusion And so dismist this Master of Confusion With benediction and a bounteous gift Then rapid Tibris-like he flyes full swift Visits his ancient friends and old acquaintance I' th' Duke of Austria's Court with welcome entrance Wheras he meets with many fugitives Questioning how each thing in England thrives And banisht Shavelings of our English nation Greedy to heare of change and alteration With sanguinary Nero who desire Their countries grace extinct with sword fire Monsters of men like those who love to angle In troubled-waters discord strife and wrangle These these I say prickt forward him that ran And contribute to help what he began Furnishing him with counsell as with coyn Brothers in mischief heads and hearts do joyn His head they fill with cunning craft and guile His heart to hatch his tongue to ly they file They teach him how with Demonologie To hide the plat-form of this ●reachery Like furious hagg he home returns most bold And to his master Percy doth unfold His good successe and prayes they might proceed With expedition to this hellish deed For he was stuft with all the arts and arms That Rome could yeeld or Acherontine charms They having now with blasphemous intent As is fore-shown receiv'd the Sacrament And bound themselves by oath to act their parts To heare Plutonick-Masse their murtherous hearts They them prepare which done they all desire Now to proceed to build this furious fire And hereupon some choice-men they select Whose charge should be with diligent respect The Parliament to dig and undermine Who furnisht were with bakd-meats beer wine That so they might not oft go in or out Fauks at the door stood Sentinell or scout Who still discover'd all that passed by And markt occurrents with a watchfull-eye And warning gave as he occasions spide Sometimes to work sometimes to lay aside Thus to the work themselvs they closely gave And by their sides their peeces charg'd they have Resolving there to dye if so it hapt That by discovery they should be intrapt These pioners through Percies chamber brought Th' exhausted Earth to digg a hollow-vault Conveying-out great baskets full of clay And of the house the ground-worke took away But lo at last an obstacle they found A thick stone-wall they met-with in the ground Full 3 yards thick which with much industry Though with great doubt and deep anxiety They having half-wrought-through they eas'ly heard A rushing noyse of Charcoal which them feard That they discovered were strait Fauks was sent To see what all that noise and rushing ment Who finding that the coals were selling-out And that the cellar might past fear and doubt Be hired by them as a place most fit For their design He Percy told of it Who seeing its most pat-conveniency And under th' upper-house immediately He hir'd the Cellar for a yearly rent And with a traiterous heart and foule intent Feined to fil 't with charcoal wood and beer From all suspect themselves to cloake and cleer Here now they did consider Catesby charge Upon whom hitherto with love too-large The cost of all this coyle had chiefly ly'n Wherfore to forward this their deep design Sr. Everard Digbies bounty did abound Who to it promis'd fifteen hundred pound Then traiterous Tressam his great zeale t' expresse Two-thousand pounds would have in readinesse To be employd in each necessity To prop this work of Popish-piety Percy to pierce the eye of Church and State Did also promise he 'd associate And beare a part in this so rare collection Four thousand pounds at least with pure affection He from Northumberlands great rents would get And all things orderly dispose and set Others both horse and armour would provide Others procure an Army gainst the tide Wherwith they might destroy and quite deprive With fury great the rest that did survive Of life and liberty and their best treasure Even Christs pure-Gospell their souls precious pleasure Such was the hatred of this holy-brood Such the effects of their nefarious mood Among them then was this objection made That since the Prince as could not be gain-said Would be in Parliament How best might be The next-heire to surprize But Percy he Soon freed them of this care and under-took With his bold mates to ceaze upon the Duke For this they had resolv'd with firm decree That the Kings issue-male destroy'd should be Next how to get into their custody O hellish guardians of such royalty The precious Princesse fair Elizabeth Then with