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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50352	The VVhite-Powder Plot discovered, or, A prophetical poeme wherein is most elegantly revealed the secret combination of Hell and Rome, against the interest of true religion, and more particularly against the late King of blessed memory, and kingdom of England. Written before the late unhappy wars broke forth, and too sadly verified in them, which yet the author scarce lived to see. Also a prophetical rapture concerning the future extent of this British Empire into Italy. By George May, gent.	May, George, gent.	1662 (1662)	Wing M1388A; ESTC R217747	25,879	52

he may spend his Blood To do his Highness and his Country good But God who knows things secret and conceal'd Limits all times when ought should be reveal'd God blesse his Grace and send him long to reign To God's good glory and our Britains gain Non nobis solum nati sumus G. M. The Author 's humble Petition to his right Royal and thrice Noble Patron GReat Sir when you shall grace this little Book By lending of your Royal eyes to look Thereon and therein find ought that shall please Your Highness appetite my heart 's at ease But whatsoere you cannot well digest Then cancel it For here I do protest My heart is guiltless and my thoughts are free From the least tincture of Disloyalty Or injury unto the meanest Swain Which in these Territories doth remain And live in hope to see that time and place Wherein I may do service to Your Grace And therefore thrice renowned Noble since My aim shoots at the profit of my Prince I humbly pray to let misprisions pass Your Gentle Censure For I know alas My Oaten-pipe and rustick home-bred strain Lacks pleasant Relish for your Courtly brain Which done if you vouchsafe your Royal hand Unto the same I 'm sure it will command The Churlish Printer without further strife To give it freedom Then whilst we have life My Book and I will both unto our power Indeavour to approve that we are Your Graces obsequious Servants And will pray For your eternal Happiness George May. The Authors Prayer before his Book NOw thou who knowst the obtuse heart of Man Who measurest the Earth as with a span Who keepst the hurling VVinds within thy fist So that they cannot rage but when thou list Who graspst the curled VVaves within thy hand Who numberest each fraction in the sand Whose Power can be abated by no Faction Who swaist and over-rulest every action So guide and rule this Terrene hand of mine That whoso reads may know the work is thine Pardon O pardon my presumptuous hand For his dear sake who Advocate doth stand At thy right hand to stay deserved ire Which else for Sin might justly be my hire But since his Blood has washt my Sins away Now shew thy mercy on new-moulded clay Thy Mercy makes thy Glory brighter shine Than all thy Attributes great and Divine Direct and lead my Heart my Hand and Pen That all may glorify thy Name Amen The WHITE-POWDER PLOT Discovered DArk Nights black Curtains being something drawn A description of the Morning Grey-eyd Aurora in a smock of Lawn Appears and Darkness like a Drunkard reels Through dayes by-paths but shuns the burning Wheels Of glorious Titan who doth blush to see Aurora up and ready before he Could fix his fulgent Raies upon his head Which dies the Eastern World with so much Red That 't caused Mortals stand and gaze thereon Imagining some haughty Phaeton Usurpt his Fathers Charet once again To curb his fiery Horses with the Reign Just at this time even at this present hour I laid me down within a pleasant Bowr The Hawthorn's white the Brier begins to bud The Spring described Upon the Grass appears a Christal flood Of pearled Dew to quaver up and down As threatning th' Earth once more therewith to drown Roses and Violets Flowers of fragrant smell Did on such clusters in this Arbour dwell As though alone within this pleasant Arbour The choisest Flowers on Earth did strive to harbour Grazing my Senses on this new come brood Of Springs sweet Progeny me thought there stood A Man Angelical his Robes were White His hair was long much like a Nazarite Whose awful sight causing my flesh to quake To ease my fear thus thunder-like he spake Fear not said he good courage take my Friend For I come to thee for a holy end That what by mee to thee this time presages Thou maist proclame unto succeeding ages And unto Mortals testifie and tell Those things thou hear'st and seest in Heaven and Hell Alas said I I am but rural brea Such high imploiments will confound my head If that thy powerful Deity will be pleas'd Let thy poor Vassal of this task be eas'd Eiect a Person of some greater worth Who can with Lofty Courtly terms set forth These Mysteries poor Hackneis serve for Us And none but Courtiers mount Bucephalus My faltering tongue these words had scarcely said When into th' Arbour steps a modest Maid And in her hand she brought a Pen and Ink Some of the Muses sure she was I think Who stooping to the ground kneeling thereon I brought this Ink said she from Helicon Within that Pen-sheath likewise is a Quill Pull'd from a Swan bred on Parnassus Hill By cunning Mercury who prov'd the same To win that beautiful and starely Dame Proud Danae to Jupiter for Gold As antient Poets have in Stories told This said She made it fast unto my side Then out of sight more quick than lightning glide My eye scarce twinkled after this was done But strait I sound my resolution Quite metamorphoz'd ready prest to go Where e'r it pleas'd my Guide conduct me to Well said the Angel we must hence away Our business calls and will not brook delay With that as though a thunder-bolt were driven Upon proud Earth from just revenging Heaven So fast and faster were my Guide and I Mounted from th' Earth above the azur'd Sky Even here I found that our Divines say true We shall know men in Heav'n which we ne'r knew Here upon Earth and therefore sure to know Those friends above which here we know below For like as Adam knew his new-fram'd Wife Simile So soon as ere she had a taste of life And straitway call'd upon her by her name Ne'r asking what she was not how she came And like as Scripture unto us discloses How that Elias and the Prophet Moses Were known to Christ's Disciples on the Mount When whoso list to calculate or count Shall find those Prophets died long before Above a thousand years or rather more As Adam's Wife and as th' Apostles these By inspiration knew So did it please Th' Almighty Rector of the hearts that I Whilst I remain'd in thoughts above the Sky Was excellent in knowledge could have told Each Man or Angels name I did behold A Parliament in Heaven Then instantly a Cloud was drawn away Which done I might behold as clear as day A spacious place all richly gilt with Gold And pretious Stones mine eies did ne'r behold So rare a Prospect Man cannot invent A thing of so great note or wonderment Here did the Prophets and Apostles sit Th' Evangelists and all the rest that writ The life of Jesus and his sacred Word And all that Martyr'd were by fire and sword Whose Robes were as of colour d'yd in blood I to behold this Army Royal stood As metamorphoz'd yet desir'd to know Th' event would follow such a glorious show Like when a Traveller weary

and sore Simile With travel sits him down upon the shore Neer to the Sea seeking his limbs to ease He takes delight to view the restless Seas Birds sweetly sing the Sun most gently shines The VVinds are calm each thing to rest inclines When all on sudain he is circled round With furious Lions hemming in the ground Each Lion on his curled back doth bear An armed Man or warlike Trumpetter Then Winds they bluster Seas they rage and swell The Trumpets sound the Lions roar and yell The Heavens rend sending huge claps of thunder And all at once ingender cause of wonder So whilst I sat in silence with intent To see what this Assembly Royal meant A sudain voice more fearful than all these The Lions Thunder Trumpets and the Seas Did pour forth words but every word it spake Made all the frame of Heaven to dance and shake Then casting up mine eies a little higher I saw a bleeding Lamb in clouds of fire Which did his speeches down to them direct Whose words were these or unto this effect The Lamb's Speech in Parliament SHall I the uncreated King of Kings Be torn and tortur'd by these Earthly things Shall Justice staid by Mercy make them bold Shall th' Potter by his Vessel be controld Have I not cherish'd nourish'd bent my smiles Upon that Iland above all the Iles Great Britain Of the Terrestrial Orb Have I not given The crums of Manna and the dew of Heaven For meat and drink unto that wretched Land And like a Nurse fed them with breast and hand What do they want that Man can say is good They eat and drink my Body and my blood The more they feed on me I love them more Did Man or God e'r shew such love before And yet this thus blest Nation hath begun To disobey the Father scorn the Son And that their Sins might ripen to the most Spurn at the Comforter the Holy Ghost How dare they each day praying call me Father When they appear to be the Devils rather If I thy Father be and thou my Son Where is the honor thou to me hast done Is it in offering Incense unto B'all Or in thy feasting Locusts in thy hall Am I so black is my surpassing beauty So far decay'd that thou forgetst they duty Oh no 't is sure in me is found no change But thy corruption makes thee prone to range Thou art ingrafted so on things below That Heavenly things thou carest not to know I with the Ocean have hemd them in To keep them to myself from forein sin Yet make they * Ships Wooden Bridges where pass over Romes Babylonians from France to Dover They ' r so besotted with that hellish train As though the Romans were their Lords again And it were just to leave them in their paws To be consumed with their Fagot-Laws And take my Candle-stick from off their boards And giv 't to some that better fruits affords Th' Infernal Fiends for Justice rage and rave Justice they cry for Justice they shall have When th' quintessence of Justice shall be shown The Devil and Hell can have but what 's their own And those are theirs I will no longer cherish Mine shall be safe although the damned perish But you that are my solace and my joy Who suffer'd tribulation and annoy For my names sake whilst you on Earth remain'd And now the Crown of glory have attain'd I make y' Exec'tors of my Testament Perform 't according to my just intent Let it be published abroad for use Not subjected to silence and abuse Nor yet be writ in Babels unknown tone Th' Author of Folly and Confusion But fair engross'd in Text to read and spell That those that run or ride may read it well And see what Hell that Lower-house requires If it be just confirm to their desires But look that Mercy which is my delight Be not encroach'd on by the Prince of Night My Blessing Love and Peace be with you still I leave you now to execute my will The Lamb's Speech ends This said he veil'd himself behind a Cloud As doth the Sun when he his Raies doth shrowd Then did the Saints unto the Lamb sing praise In holy Songs and heavenly Roundelaies Sitting attentive to receive such bills As any offer'd and to right their ills St. Michael My Guide whom now I know to be the same Who striving with the Devil overcame For Morses body which devouring Dis Did claim and falsely challenge to be his Took me by th' hand saying we must to Hell To see their actions that below do dwell But fear thou nothing for even I thy Guide Will thee protect from Hell or ought beside Stra●t we descended to Infern Abysse Hell described Where black Egyptian Darkness alwaies is Darkness indeed so thick it may be felt Where Hellish stink of Styx we quickly smelt But when my Guide with 's finger toucht my nose All smelt to me as sweet as any Rose And though we were where t' is eternal night Yet had we to our selves a glorious light Thus walking safely in the shades of death Drawing in midst of stink delicious breath By this we came unto the Rivers brink Which was of colour full as black as Ink Here did Night-Ravens and the Scritch-Owls fly Here did the Harpies and Hyennaes cry Here did the Toads and Crocodiles rejoyce Here did the Yelling Dragons make a noise Here sat old Charon in his loathsome Boat Near to the shoar in careless wise on float Here did I such a lovely sight behold Charon described As Paint ne'r drew nor Story ever told This tatter'd Devil his shagged locks were black Which hang benitted dangling on his back In curled rolls as ugly and as big As any Monsieurs pock-hold Periwig His head hung lolling down betwixt his thighs As burnishd sawcers brandished his eyes Well quoth my Guide to make our time seem short With this old Boat-man we will have some sport Charon said he I charge thee forthwith tell What caus'd that uproar was of late in Hell Like to the slow pace of a Thief by night Simile Or like a house remov'd by force and might Or like a Ship that 's turn'd without a Helm Or like one lifting at a mighty Elm As swift at least it seem'd or something more Was Charon's haste to turn him to the shoar Then like the voice of one from under ground Simile Or like the opening of a deep-mouth'd Hound Or like one clos'd within a hollow Oak With belching voice at last these words he spoke Charon's Speech I marvel you that live in blisfull light Should trouble us here in eternal night Our Prince is more abated of his Pride By thee than all the Host of Heaven beside Know that this hurly-burly here of late Was caused by two Potentates of State In Parliament which should the Speaker be And they in words did so far dis-agree That from great words to fearful