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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63245	Trincalo sainted, or, The exaltation of the Jesuits implement, and printer general, the notorious Nathaniel Thomson, on this present 5th of July, 1682 the day of his being registred among the Popish saints, for his meritorious libel, concerning the murther of Sir EB.G. and magnificently and numerously attended, to his enthroning in the pillory, for that purpose erected in the Pallace-Yard in Westminister, for the encouragement of Towzer and Heraclitus, to proceed till they obtain the like exaltment.		1682 (1682)	Wing T2282; ESTC R2656	2,938	5

Trincalo Sainted OR THE EXALTATION Of the Jesuits Implement and Printer General The NOTORIOUS Nathaniel Thomson On this present 5th of July 1682. The day of his being Registred among the Popish Saints for his Meritoriòus Libel Concerning the Murther of Sir EB G. and Magnificently and Numerously attended to his Enthroning in the Pillory for that purpose Erected in the Pallace-Yard in Westminster for the Encouragement of Towzer and Heraclitus to proceed till they obtain the like Exaltment WHO would ever have believed once upon a time that this poor Printer Nat. Thomson that went up and down Town to beg Work to Buy his Manks Lady Porridg should grow to that Pride Riches Impudence and Lying as to arrive at this Exaltation to the Pillory and to become a Popish Saint in the rank of St. Celliers his great Patroness and Example But alas who knows his Fortune to day a Villain to morrow a Saint I find it was beyond the Capacity of Gadbury himself to find out this mans Fortune whose three penny Stars nevr foreshew'd so great Preferment But what Atchievements has this Hector performed for the Cause How bravely has he behaved himself forth with might and main to gain this Exaltation This is he who has privately Printed whole Cart-Loads of Popish Mass-Books and other prohibited Papistical Doctrines spreading them to impoyson the Nation This is he who privately Printed the Appeal and other pernicious Libells against the Government This is he who publiquely Printed innumerable Scurrilous Songs and Ballads lewd and Scandalous Libells against many persons of great Quality and known Loyalty dayly spawning them to abuse the Loyal Subjects to corrupt the Ignorant and to encourage the Mischievous This is Trincalo the Jackcal to Towzer who used to lead the way like a Treble in his Loyal Intelligence whilst Towzer with a full mouth'd Base in his Observations hunted the Protestant Puss to make the Papists sport and to shew the Tories game This is the Loyal lying Knight of the Post who is now exalted to be the Knight of the Wooden Ruff which he had long since deserved But of all those petty Atchivements of Lying Intelligences Appeals abusive Songs false Advertisements Popish Ballads Treasonable Pamphlets Jesuitical Catachisms and such like of which the single Ey'd Observator took no notice at all nothing was so meritorious to him as to gain him this Preferment of Saint and Pillory Martyr as his notorious Letters to Mr. Miles Prance to prove Sir EB G. selo de se wherein He and his two Secretaries Pain and Farwell most Impudently Scandallously and Malitiously by Jesuitical and Diabolical Instigation endeavoured to wrong the pious memory of the Dead and to Scandalize and Impeach the Justice of the Nation to bespatter and make Perjur'd the Kings Evidence and to render the Protestants of this Kingdom rediculous to all Nations to disanul and overthrow the belief of any Popish Plot the main end and design against so many Royal Proclamations so many Declarations and Votes of several Parliaments and against the mind acknowledgment and belief of so many Ministers of State and Justice concerned in the proof of it this is the high and meritorious Act that has got our famous Impudent Brazen-forheaded Printer a Name and brought him to his deserved Preferment Alas He that burnt the famous Temple of Diana at Ephesus to get him a Name was a Fool to this man who has made himself famous or rather infamous to all posterity and got Money and Saintship to Boot But what did this bold Nat think and those who set him on work to affront and arraign Justice to have thus brought the Lives of several Persons in danger to have made the Popish Plot an Invention and those who suffered for it Innocent after such undeniable proofs against them I say did they think or believe that the Eyes of Justice had been out and that the whole Nation were blind that they should so much as hope to carry on this so unlikely project The God of this World had hood-wink'd this Barking Trincalo He could see nothing but Mammon and the Golden shower that fell into his Pockets and the Devil had taken away his Reason and the understanding of his Masters who had set him on work Perhaps he thought he could not go amiss under the tuition of the Guide to the suferior Clergy and that having escap'd so many horrid Villanies he durst now attempt the greatest that ever was known arming himself like the Giants of Old and assaulting Heaven it self But the Devil and the Observator have forsook him at last left him to the mercy of a City Jury and to the just punishment of the Law Alas he thought they were all Ignoramusses and that they knew not how to write Billa vera but it seems he was mistaken But is mighty Nat's Boastings to prove that Sir E. B. G. murther'd himself by Sixty Witnesses come to this that those very men he brought should be Evidence against him and should openly confess that they believed in their Consciences that he was trayterously murther'd first strangl'd and then run through Thus they who lay a Snare and dig a Pit for others fall into it themselves Are the great Designs of the Papistical Tories dwindl'd away to nothing Is the mighty and impudent Champion laid on his back But you are deceived he still keeps his face of Brass and tho' convict of horrid Crimes he openly and impudently avows he had done nothing for which he should be ashamed to shew his Face Oh brave Nat Oh unparallel'd Impudence now the World will see that shameless Face that graceless Visage looking thorow a wooden Port-hole with an Helmet on its Head to stand the Tempest of Turnips Apples and rotten Eggs. The Day of this Exaltation has been long look'd for and it is come at last What will they now do for another Printer to Midwife the Popish treasonable Brats into the World How disappointed will the undermining Jesuites be for the want of their Implement to infect the silly Vulger with their wicked Pamphlets What Lamentation and hanging down the Head will there be among the Fraternity in Newgate and elsewhere How will Dame Celliers rejoyce to have a Fellow Saint that has bravely withstood the Battery of Dirt and Stones for the Cause and arrived to the Honor of the Calender But what will his Friend and Crony the Observator say and observe upon all this Does not he think his Turn may come and that he may arrive at last through his great pains to the like Exaltation Well impudent Nat. thou hast obtained thy long merited Glory and now thou wilt be most justly rewarded with the Order of the Wooden Ruff and with the Honor of being a Popish Saint and Sufferer This may comfort thy Heart and the Cockles of thy Bawling Spouse who having printed many a Ditty cannot but be well pleased at her Lord's Exaltation and to encourage thee and in honour of the Holy-day of thy Exaltation suppose some Popish Dogeril Poet has taken the pains to write a Stanza or two for thy Dame she with her wide Throat and old croaking Voice sings thus to her Beloved Nat. The Knight of the Wooden Ruffs Exaltation Sung to a delicate Tory Tune by the Manks Lady his Wife 1. COme stand to thy Tackle Nat Let thy bonny sweet Face be seen I scorn to lend thee an Hat Thy Brazen Face to skreen 2. Thou need'st not an Iron Cap To keep off Stone or Dirt For tho' they should give thee a Rap Thy Horns will keep thee from Hurt 3. Then hold forth thy impudent Face For 't must be a delicate Sight To see 't peep through a Wooden Case For now thou art dubb'd a Knight 4. Unless hung at the Triple Tree What could we wish for more A Lady I now shall be Whatever I was before 5. A Villain I have thee known Such as Pen could scarcely paint But now my dear Nat. is grown On a suddain a damnable Saint 6. Hold forth then thy graceless Snout Which never had yet Shame in 't And lest of it any should doubt Thou hast told the World so in Print 7. Now thou art exalted high The Whigs tho' below thee do see Then like a true Tory Cry Now hey Boys up go we 8. Who serves Jesuite Priest or Pope Shall thus advanced be With Pillory Whip or Rope Thus Hey Boys up go we London Printed for J. B. 1682.