for England's good And if he please will Seal them with my Blood. O Blessed God destroy this black design Of Popish Consults it's in thee we trust Our Eyes are on thee help O Lord in time Thou God of Truth most Merciful and Just Do thou defend us or we perish must Save England Lord from Popish Cruelty My Countrey bless Thy will be done on me Mans Life 's a Voyage through a Sea of tears If he would gain the Haven of his Rest His signs must fill the Sails whilst some Men Steers When Storms arise let each man do his best And cast the Anchor of his hopes opprest Till Time or Death shall bring us to that Shore Where Time nor Death shall never be no more Laus Deo. Amen From my Prison in the Tower August 15 1681. Stephen Colledge Great Essex Ah thy groans methinks I hear What ne're a Friend hadst thou not one Friend near Noâ—e none to help in vain it was to cry When there were none but Savage Monsters nigh Since thy great Soul could not inticed be Noâ— wouldst conceal their cursed cruelty They make a bloody Tragedy of thee Surpriz'd lest all should be discovered Unto this Dev'lish Policy they were led And to conceal their horrid Plot they try Those wicked Arts which do it justifie Confirming it to all Posterity Though thy Assassinates like men appear Their curst attempt shew'd least of man was there Incarnate Devils certainly they were Ah cruel Tyrants destitute of shame To murder both thy Body and thy Name Could not thy Blood their hellish thirst suffice But must thou die a double Sacrifice What! cut thy Throat with such barbarity And when thy Soveraign also was so nigh The Royal Prison though a Tower strong Was no defence nor refuge to thee long Thou careful wast how to preserve thy life And yet didst fall by a curst Romish Knife Thy Head almost cut off and yet they cry That thy own hands did act the Tragedy â—â—t now we hope it plainly will appear Who the vile Actors who the Murderers were May I not borrow now as many do Some proper lines made on an Essex too Shall such a Noble Peer fall thus by Rome And shall I not drop tears upon his Tomb Shall none who loved him move for a Vote Ye Lords and Commons ye are bound to do 't A Vote that all on that same day o' th' year On which he fell shall mourn or shed a tear Or else be judg'd a` Papist It were wise T' erect an Office in my Childrens Eyes For issuing forth a constant sum of tears There 's no way else to pay him his Arrears And when we 've drien'd this Ages Eyes quite dry Let him be wept the next in History 1683. Renowned Great Lord Russel next 〈◊〉 Is markt out for this direful Tragedy Scarce had I dry'd mine Eyes for loss of one But they another Hero fall upon A braver Lord scarce ever lost his Head Nay few like him hath England ever bred From a most Noble Stem he did Spring forth And had a Spirit â—uited to his Birth Had I not wept so many tears before For him whole Rivers from mine Eyes might pour Had I an Helicon in either Eye The thoughts of Russel soon may draw them dry Great Soul too great for our inferior praise You for your self the Noblest Trophies raise Your Love to Sion and your Native Land Shall mention'd be ev'n while the Earth doth stande My loss and England's too who shall repair Great God! his hardned Enemies do not spare 'T was by the Blood of these Great Men I see England was freed from Rome's curst Tyranny T' avoid the Odium of their cursed Plot Which notwithstanding ne're will be forgot Another was contriv'd wherewith they thought The innocent to insnare who should be brought Thereby to ruin and then hop'd to see Sion and her best Friends would ruin'd be This was the Second part of Rome's design To work the overthrow of me and mine And these two Champions standing in their way With bloudy hands they villanously slay The first inhumanely was Murdered The other they did publickly Behead They charged him indeed with odious Crimes And many others too in those black times Crimes he to th' last did utterly deny Whose Noble Soul their malice did defie But Villains swore and he alas must die O Heav'n and Earth be ye astonished How fain would they have struck off my poor Head Yet of my Blood that they themselves might clear Good Protestants the scandal on 't must bear 1683. Sydney dear Sydney treacherously fell Whom I esteem'd a Prince in Israel Those Laws that were intended for defence Were wrested so thou couldst not have from thence Any relief but thou must likewise dye Although on thee no guilt at all did lye Jury and Judge dealt so inhumanely What hadst thou done what cause of death in the For Sion 't was 't was for thy Love to me Thy Principles were such Hell could not bear The thoughts thereof though publisht they ne're we Thou wast too Just and hadst such piercing Eyes Those Hellish Statesmen doubted a surprize And therefore made thee a third Sacrifice 1684. By Popish Arts many more ruin'd were Poor Holloway likewise fell into the snare B'ing from th' Western World a Prisoner brought By those who fiercely his destruction sought Who at the place of Execution Delivered his Bible unto one Of his Relations wherein he had writ The following lines which I do here transmit ' Owner hereof prize this and bless the Lord ' That yet to England doth his Word afford ' Had I liv'd longer hopes I should have had 'T' have seen times mend but now expect them bad ' Truth will not do for much of it I wrote ' And for 't I die much rather than the Plot. ' Did you know all you 'd say I did my part 'To free you from designed Popish smart And now alas behold my dismal case Great Flouds of sorrow follow on apace Many Religious Pious Men of worth Are rendred vile not fit to live on Earth Observe Rome's policy who contriv'd it so That Protestants should Protestants undo Conscience must now be basely shackled Against its Light impos'd on and misled And truckle like a Slave unto all those Who did Christ's Regal power in man oppose Either their Consciences must wounded lye Under despair for their Apostacy Or if they were resolved and sincere They loss of Goods Contempt and Scorn must bear Be sent to noisom Jayls or to Exile Which many chose rather than to defile Their precious Souls and treacherously dis-own Or yield the power of Christs righteous Throne Up to Usurpers who audaciously Cry All is Caesar ' s due and so deny God over Conscience has the Soveraignty No wonder they Laws violently break down That all our Civil Rights are overthrown That our Just Properties they take away And our most Ancient Liberties betray Since they the Glorious Monarchy of Heav'n
many years triumpht in Blood Undoing thousands who most faithful stood Unto their Countreys Interest venturing all The Common-weal might not to ruine fall Oh cursed Rome thou 'lt soon thy measure fill Thy wickedness grows and increases still Religion's shame and all the Worlds great curse Why dost thou still proceed from bad to worse And now my Muse methinks we shan't do right To worthy Cornish if we seem to slight His memory by a short Encomium To whom so much is due therefore let 's come And in a few lines more expatiate Upon the circumstances of his Fate Ah! London London did it not surprize Couldst thou behold poor Cornish with dry Eyes Hang'd like a Caitiff on a cursed Tree And acted in the very midst of thee To good men 't was a grievous sight we know Though to some wretches 't was a pleasing show A though with blushes Angels seem'd to see This horrid Act and Heav'n disturb'd to be What chearful looks this excellent Christian had â—s through the Streets he his last Journey made To that in triumph he did seem to go To death as if he certainly did know That Angels thence would carry him to bliss And place him where no pain nor sorrow is To be a Courtier to the King of Kings â—eeding on joy that from Christ Jesus springs The Sun that Morning his bright Beams displays And sends upon the Earth his Golden Rays Smiling while those two Worthies here remain But seem'd to frown as soon as they were slain The Heav'ns their mourning Garments do put on As if they 'd shew two Innocents were gone A Storm of Rain descends from that black Cloud With dreadful Lightning and with Thunder loud As if incensed Heav'n were in a Flame And Christ were coming to dissolve the same Or that the Judge of Judges now was come With all his Saints to give the World its Doom And wronged Cornish should be try'd again By upright Jurors of that blessed Train And in white Robes of Righteousness appear Before Heav'ns King his innocence to clear Jehovah's Trumpet sounding shook the Earth And to great Floods of Rain with Fire gave Birth Heav'n groan'd in Thunder and did weep in Shower Which did continue fiercely many hours Nor do I wonder that God thundered so When two such worthy Martyrs bled below And since the Heav'ns seem so apparently To justifie their Cause why may not I But stay no more of these for I espy Another Hero just before mine Eye Condemn'd a Prisoner ever to remain Who lay as dead but now 's reviv'd again Brave Johnson who can't be omitted here Aâ—â—ious Church-man valiant and sincere A Man of Parts and Learning a Divine Who sought his Countreys good as well as mine Ah! was he whipt Must he too be a Taster Of the sharp Rod like to his Blessed Master In vain would envious Clouds his Fame obscure Reproach to him doth still more praise procure His Lord and Master too was scourged sore For bearing Witness to the Truth before Why then do virulent Tongues attempt to stain The solid Glory which his Soul did gain But yet 't is strange the Mother should consent Her Sons should suffer such sad punishment Wounds from a Friend strike deep but when from Foes We dis-regard slight and contemn their blows And since few others move in the defence Of wounded Honour and wrong'd Innocence I for the kindness which to thee I bear At thy sad Sufferings must drop a tear Had all come from a treacherous Enemy It had not been so great an injury But to be wounded i' th' House of thy Friends This this all other cruelty transeends And then great Soul to be degraded too Was very hard to bear but that you knew This oft-times is the way to Dignity And Honour doth succeed Humility BUT now alas new griefs do me surround Groans from the North my mournful Soul confound My Muse must now take wing and swiftly fly To have a view of Scotland's misery Be silent and attend you soon will hear Their dismal cries will penetrate your Ear. The Sufferings of my Children here were bad But in that Nation they were far more sad No place more like to France man ever saw Where Arbitrary Power stood for Law. Men of all Ranks were seized and did lye In noisome Jayls yet knew no reason why And to insnare them swarms of cursed Spies Abroad are sent under a false disguise Who strove t' incense them to dislike and hate The King and all his Ministers of State And to extort some words from them that so They thereby might unwary Souls o'rethrow If they found any pious just and good Then many snares were laid to suck their Blood By those vile Emissaries who were sent On purpose to intrap the Innocent Suborned Witnesses imployed were Who for their wages any thing would Swear Whâ—â—eby Mâ—â—s Lives Estates and Honours too Are all indangered were they High or Low. The Chiefest Peers and Worthiest Patriots Had many 〈◊〉 the most unhappy Lots Unless they 'd be Debaucht down they must go And suffer as the meanest Rebels do Iâ— to Gods Laws Men faithfully do stand And won't be Subject to the Kings command Refusing what their Conscience offends Th' are judg'd To Caesar then to be no Friends Some Men they try'd and on that very day Condemned and their Lives were ta'ne away No Pray'rs nor Intercessions will they hear A little time to grant them to prepare For Death nay they did impiously say Hell was too good for Rebels such as they Yea they made Lawâ— the thoughts of men to reach Whom oâ— ill words or deeds none could impeach If of the Government they evil think They of Deaths bitter Cup are sure to drink Sometimes they wheedl'd them to a Confession Promising Life upon the same condition Come come say they freely to us declare What your conceptions of the Government are Speak what you think sure you are not afraid Nor will disown what you so lately said Dissemble not in matters of your Faith Since you remember what the Scripture saith That they who won't confess Christ Jesus here He will not own them when he does appear Subscribe to your Profession you shall see How very kind and merciful we 'l be Speak man and let 's your Testimony have If you will both your Soul and Body save Thus do they mock them with Expostulations As Priests and Jesuits do in Popish Nations But all the time they hide their cruel hate While thus they craftily expostulate For in the Council Men concealed stood To witness what they said and shed their Blood And thus with them they dealt most treacherously And many of their Lives depriv'd thereby And when they came to dye they beat a Drum Lest to the light their wickedness should come A very bad Cause sure that could not bear The dying words of those that Sufferers were But those that wary are and won't accuse Themselves of ought they barbarously use With
Thou hast contrived innumerable Treasons Rebellions and Sâ—ditions thereby endeavouring to betray Kingdoms aâ—d States and to subject them to the Pope and See of Rome Thou hast laboured to Corrupt and Debauch all Nations by countenancing and allowing Stews and â—othel-houses where filthy and abominable Sodomy and Adulteries are praâ—tiâ—â—d Hast murthered the best of Men even the Saints of Jesus putting them to all manner of cruel Tortures and Deaths that with the Devil's assistance could be invented Ripping up Women with Child causing thy villanous Sons to ravish Chast Women and Virgins and then barbarously Murthering them Thou hast Burned Thousands alive Roasted many on Spâ—â—s Thrown worthy Christians into Furnaces of boyling Oyl Blown their Heads in pieces with Gun-powder Fleaing off their Skins alive Starving several to Death and exercising on them abundance of other hideous Torments Thou hast made Wives to be Widdows and Children Eâ—therleis Towns and Cities to be without Inhabitant Hast burned famous Cities and destroyed diveâ—s Countries by Fire Sword and other lamentable Devastations and hast endeavour'd to enslave others by depriving them of their Just and Good Laws Liberties and Properties Thou hast not only murder'd the Bodies but likewise the Souls of multitudes of People In short Thou hast been guilty of shedding a mighty mass of innocent Blood by cutting off Millions of Men Women and Children without cause and many other unspeakable Enormities hast thou committed For all which horrid Crimes thou hast been Legally Indicted and Tryed and against which thou hast made no defence And therefore by the Laws of God Nature and Nations thou oughâ—est to be Punished according to the following Sentence Thou shalt be thrown off the Ten Horn'd Beast in every Kingdom whereon thou hast sate and all the 7 Vials of God's Wrath shall successively be poured out upon thee by the Angel out of the Temple till thou art utterly consumed from off the face of the Earth The Horns or Powers of the Nations which thou hast deceived with the Swords of good men shall destroy thee Death Mourning and Famine shall come upon thee in one day and thou shalt be utterly burnt with Fire Amen Hallelujah An Hymn of Praise upon Babylons Fall grounded upon Revel 19. 1 2 3 4. ROuse up my Muse attend and hear What Melody is in mine ear For Sions Joy is at the door Great Babel howls and is in pain Now falling is that Bloudy Whore And never more shall rise again The Saints and all that dwell on high Sing Allelujahs constantly That haughty City called Great Which boasted of her lofty Seat Is on a sudden now brought under She prostrate in the dust does lye Hearken I hear a mighty Thunder Which no good man doth terrify For Babels fall'n and Saints now sing Sweet Allelujahs to their King. Out of the Throne voices descend As if they would the Heavens rend With Praises unto God on High For he 's come forth in dreadful ire And hath the VVhore Judg'd righteously To be consum'd in flaming Fire They Hallelujahs sing amain Nay heark They double them again See! How her Smoak does fill the air Whilst Harpers sing and merry are And with one voice loud Praise proclaim To God the Lord Ornnipotent Ah! how they magnify his name With th' highest strains they can invent Again they Hallelujahs sing To God and Christ their Glorious King. Yet this Joy's only in One Isle Which Babel lately strove to spoil Scituate in the Northern Sea. That Heav'n has sav'd from Bloudy Rome Could Ireland too asjoyful be Would God in Mercy to them come How would it add unto our Joys Our Hallelujahs and our Praise A Happy Land thou seem'st to be And greater Glory shalt thou see If by Repentance thou dost fly To God in Christ by Faith and Pray'r And cast off all Iniquity For God will then remove thy fear And then thou shalt have cause to sing Sweet Allelujahs to thy King. Poor Ireland and France also E're long shall triumph as we do For God will quickly crush his Foes Their Bloud like water out he 'l pour Their Flesh shall feeding be for Crows And the Great Whore shall be no more That Allelujahs may be sung Throughout the Earth by old and young Now God Omnipotent will Reign Who will the Pride of Nations stain And make his Pow'r and Glory known His Son he 'l set on Sion Hill His Enemies shall be overthrown He will the Earth with Glory fill In th' heights of Sion we shall sing Sweet Allelujahs to our King. Sighs for Ireland O Lord who hast such wonders wrought Of late as well as formerly And down with vengeance now hast brought Thy Churches bloudy Enemy Oh! look upon poor Ireland And save them with thine own right hand Lord Bless our King and as he 's great Let him be likewise just and good His Enemies O Lord defeat VVho greedily thirst for his blood Oh! be his guard continually From workers of Iniquity Shall England thus triumph and sing VVhilst Ireland still does bleeding lye Ah! this is an afflicting thing It wounds our Souls and makes us cry To Ireland Lord send help we pray Ah! succour them without delay Unite us here and make us one And let our mutual Love appear Let 's never into fractions run And then our Foes we need not fear Whilst Protestants united be No dread of Rome or Popery The Sun on us begins to shine Lord let it break forth more and more And by that mighty pow'r of thine Confound our Foes as heretofore Arise O Lord Let Ireland be Reliev'd with speed and sav'd by thee These days in England seem to us As pleasant as the flourishing spring Oh ' let them still continue thus Prevent our Foes Preserve our King Thy People Lord in Ireland Redeem with thy out-stretched hand When we for Darkness look't and Night At Evening â—yde we did behold The Sun broke forth with Glorious Light As in the Scripture 't is foretold O're Ireland Lord thy beams display Like to the dawning of the day Let not our Sun Eclipsed be Nor Clouds of Darknes interpose Between Great Britain Lord and thee Since thus in Mercy thou art rose From Ireland let 's good Tydings here That thou likewise art risen there Let not thy Glorious Sun appear To lighten only these dark Parts But let the Nations far and near Thy Gospel-Light have in their hearts From Ireland Lord all Clouds expel Oh pity there thy Israel Let Light and Glory there break forth And Popish darkness thence be gone That all good Protestants on Earth In the Truth may be joyn'd in one On Ireland Lord Compassion take Their Sorrows we our own would make Let the French Tyrant thy Great Foe The Scourge and Plague of Christendom Receive an utter Overthrow Ah! quickly let his downfall come Those vile Usurpers Lord abase And pity there thy Childrens case Let France and Spain and Germany Enlightned be and let them see The folly of Idolatry From Babylon Lord make them flee Because her Judgment now is come And they thereby may 'scape her doom Let Christendom new Christened be why should they still believe a Lye And not on Names depend But see The great Deceits of Popery Christ's Name no good at all will do Unless they have his Nature too Let thy blest Gospel grow and work Victoriously in every place Let Tartars and the ignorant Turk Enlightned be with Heavenly Grace Poor Ireland Lord relieve with speed For whom our Hearts do almost bleed Send forth thy Light ev'n like the Morn That it o're all the Earth may fly From Cancer unto Capricorn That all Lands which in darkness lye May see how they have gone astray And be reduc'd to the Right way The fulness of the Gentiles now Bring in and give them all a Call That they may unto Jesus bow And under his Dominion fall That Popish Pow'r which do's annoy Poor Ireland Lord do thou destroy The Gospel-Tydings and good News Of Jesus Christ the Saviour Declare to the hard-hearted Jews And their strong Unbelief o're-power Oh let the Gospel on them shine For Abraham's sake that Friend of thine The Saints be'ng many Members join'd One Body make the Head thou art Lord let them have One Will One Mind Let this One Body have One Heart Then shall I see a blest increase Of Sion's Glory Israel's Peace Out of all Nations under Heaven Expel thick Darkness Lord away Let Power to thy Saints be given That all may thee and them obey Mean while let these three Northern Lands United be in Sacred Bands Let Holland likewise Happy be 〈◊〉 those Great Sev'n Preserve these Three FINIS * Lev. 20 10. Deut. 32. 36. * Rev. 17. 18.
things effect ere he has done I intermissions have now ease then pain Sometimes I soar aloft then down again Having thus spoke she bow'd and with her tears Bedew'd the parched Earth when straight appears A comforter by pittying Heav'n then sent To raise her drooping Spirits almost spent And his approach unto her having made In most obliging terms thus to her said Distressed Church I fully know thy grief And as thou hast received some relief So God will hear thy sighs and fervent Pray'rs And suddenly will wipe away all tears From thy wet Eyes and all thy griefs expell And in sweet peace and safety thou shalt dwell My Grand Design I 've publickly made known Each part whereof in time thou shalt see done Wait but with patience I for Englands good Think nought too much No not my dearest blood I equally my favour will extend To all whose Faithfulness shall them commend Unto my service and appear to be Lovers of Englands Ancient Liberty All Protestants I jointly will respect And equally my People will protect But yet the best deserving Men I will Imploy and chiefly them incourage still My subjects Hearts I would unite together That nothing might divide them more for ever I none but treacherous Papists will disown Or such as are sowrn Enemies to my Crown To such they must expect I shall appear As Justice leads me to it most severe The Good and Virtuous I shall always cherish That Truth and Goodness in my reign may flourish My coming was design'd to cover all That Persecution upon none should fall In these poor Kingdoms But that now at last Forgetting all the mischiefs which are past Whereby ill men contriv'd to bring about their Plots and root the true Religion out Not only here but likewise in each Land Where it establisht is by Christs right hand I now resolve if God will prosper me All Protestants shall safe and happy be And live in perfect Love and Unity Protestant Church GReat Sir your Speeches to your Parliament Sufficiently discover your intent Yea they revive our Souls neither do we See cause to doubt of your Integrity But hope that God who such great things hath wrought And by your hand this strange Deliverance brought Will so endear you to the hearts of all True Englishmen especially those that call Sincerely upon Heaven That they may cry With Pray'rs and Tears for you continually And never to the Throne of Grace draw near But you upon their tender Hearts may bear Your last most gracious offer That you 'l ease Your Subjects of so great a Tax doth please And them obliges to that high degree They all will strive who shall most Loyal be Your Justice in asserting each mans right To worship God according to that Light He hath receiv'd will multitudes procure To own your Interest and your Rights secure For who will not to Caesars Cause be true When Caesar unto God doth give his due And the Almighty's Government will maintain Who over Conscience is sole Soveraign If any do the Civil State disturb On such you justly ought to put a curb But if like Men and Christians they do live Doubtless just Liberty to them you 'l give Nor will our Parliament this Right deny Whose Protestant zeal hath rais'd their Fame so high For you we ought to praise the God of Heaven Who by your means such blessings hath us given When all our Liberties were near infring'd And Englands Fundamental Laws unhing'd When all things both in Church and State did run To ruin and we judg'd our selves undone You under God have now restor'd our Laws And likewise have defended Sions Cause The Mighty God Dread Prince chose you to be Our only help in great extremity With double blessings may you both be Crown'd Who in compassion to us did abound My Children resolve unanimously With you to stand and fall To'live and dye With hazard of your life their Chains you broke And off their necks remov'd the Romish Yoke With vast expence you this great act have done And of your Person have much danger run Shall I not then with all my Children cry We with our King and Queen will live and die Our lives we under God to you do owe And therefore whatsoever we can do Can 't be too much And in a grateful way We ought to strive your goodness to repay We find our rising proves our Enemies fall Where are they now that did us then inthrall They dig'd a Pit and in it fallen are Yea wonderfully catcht in their own snare This is Gods doing and is marvellous Even to our Enemies as well as us And therefore now my self I must address Unto the God of Truth and Righteousness I 'le lift my Soul to him in Thanks and Praise And ne're forget his Wonders in these days The Churches Song of Praise and Thanksgiving to God for her late Gracious deliverance OH matchless Grace Oh Love beyond degree Now I am certain there is none like thee In Heav'n or Earth I will Praise thee therefore For thou a Salve hast now found for my sore Transported by thy Love with Joy I cry My ravisht Spirit must exalt the High And Mighty God by whose unbounded grace My heart 's enlarg'd to run the blessed race Thou shalt conduct me to the Living Springs From thence I 'le rise up as with Eagles Wings Unto that heavenly Mount of Faiths desire Where thy Transcendent Glory I 'll admire And in those happy Seats of Bliss above I 'l be imbraced in thy Arms of Love. I 'l hold thee fast and never let thee go For by thy loss Oh what a depth of woe Did I fall into What a dreadful case Was I in when thou Lord didst hide thy face If I have thee I nothing else need trave Without thee if all else I nothing have Nothing without thee is of worth to me All things are vanity compar'd to thee To be thy Portion Lord thou didst me chuse And sure so great a grace I 'll ne're refuse Thou art my Saviour and my Heritage My Sanctuary too from Age to Age I therefore evermore will dwell with thee And thou alone my hiding place shalt be When I was fal'n thou raisedst me on High For which thy blessed name I 'll magnify Thou didst in mercy look on my distress When I Lord was in woful heaviness Beset with cruel Foes and could not sâ—â— The many dangers that incompast me Thou didst observe my ruin very near And thou didst suddenly for me appear Didst send thy Servant speedily away To save me from the ravenous Beasts of Prey Thou like a tender Father couldst not see Thy Children fail by Romish Cruelty Thy special favours may I ne're forget Let them with Power on my heart be set Ah! how unworthy was this sinful Land For whom thou didst stretch forth thy mighty hand To save and help them in that dreadful hour When all their hope was lost and all their power Though thy
more some less As was their Pride Rebellion Wickedness Judge Thou graceless Wretch thou art berest of shame How dar'st thou thus deny thy proper name Christ's Church his Members never did annoy Nor Persecute and Millions thus destroy 'T is to no purpose for thee to dispute For all thy Forgeries I can confute I am thy Judge and never will pass by Thy horrid acts and Bloody Villany The time 's at hand when I 'le fullfil my word And in just fury draw my glittering Sword My frown shall make thy proud foundation quake And all the Pillars of thy House I 'le shake Dost think because I did forbear so long That I will not revenge my Childrens wrong What I resolve to do or will command No Pope nor Devil ever can withstand He that presum'd great Monarchs to depose Shall soon be tumbled down by some of those Whom he so crusht from Hell he did ascend And thither shall be flung down in the end He 'l surely fall and never rise again The hope thou hast of him is therefore vain There 's no recalling of the Sentence gone Thy Execution day approaches on Truth Most glorious Judge since this bold Whore denies Her filthy lewdness and Adulteries Let me but prove it and proclaim her shame 'T is known that I a faithful VVitness am It has been Evidenc'd by Vision clear That some strange Monster should on Earth appear Which by imperfect views did first amaze Sagacious minds when they on it did gaze Which made mens Judgments to divide asunder To see an object of unusual wonder A Woman City And a Scarlet Whore The like on Earth was never seen before A VVoman in her pompous glory drest And sitting on a monstrous horned Bâ—ast Who is decyphered by Prodigious things His very Horns explain'd are Crowned Kings And then this mighty VVonder to compleat She 's placed on a seven hilled Seat She 's stil'd a VVoman and a VVhore because She once submitted to Enacted Laws As other VVomen do when they do wed A Husband and enjoy a Marriage Bed And who this Woman is shall now be known Her proper title is Great Babylon VVho in great Pomp and Royal State doth ride Excelling haughty Jezebel in pride VVho in our Modern times hath boasting been That she rules all Men as a Mighty Queen Trampling on Kings and Crowned Potentates Commanding Kingdoms Common-wealths and States Requiring Subjects blindly to obey Pressing the Beast and Horns to Kill and Slay At such a rate as that all Christendom Like Butchers bloudy Shambles are become If by this mark she is not understood Neither by Garb Beast Actions or by Blood To other ways of proof I 'le quickly come And shew this Whore to be the Church of Rome The Woman which th' Apostle John beheld Arayed in Purple and in Pomp upheld By that Blasphemous Scarlet-colour'd Beast That was with Gold and Stones of value drest Holding a cup full of abominations And black pollutions of her fornications That with great Kings Adultery commits And on a sev'n-hill'd Habitation sits The holy Angel of the Lord explains That 't is the City which so proudly reigns Over the Kings of th' Earth but all these notes And what besides the blessed Spirit quotes With Papal Rome exactly do agree She therefore must this bloudy Strumpet be If all the marks of this great Whore are given Will not meet any where so plain and even As on the Church and People I did name Then certainly she is the very same For it is evident that there is none May be so fitly stiled Babylon 'T was she that took the Word of God away And by a string of Beads taught men to pray She rob'd the Laity of the blessed Cup And spoil'd the Feast where Children came to sup At the Lords Table where they us'd to mind The blessed things their Saviour left behind She did set up her superstitious Mass As rank an Idol as yet ever was Commanding adoration to be given Of equal honour with the God of Heaven Imposing Vows unwarranted Traditions Implicit Faith and thousand superstitions Pretended Miracles apparent Lies Damnable Errors and fond Fopperies She clogs the Conscience and to make all well Boasts all her dictates are infallible Did Babylon the burning work begin Make a hot furnace Thrust Gods Worthies in This Church herein hath driven such a trade That thousands broiling Martyrs she hath made She sets the Pope above the Holy One The great Jehovah and his blessed Son. T is she declares him Universal Head 'T is she forbids the Bible to be read 'T is she that first did from the Faith depart 'T is she that wounded Sion to the Heart 'T is she hath been the occasion of all evil 'T is she advanc'd the Doctrine of the Devil 'T is she that taught her Sons to swear and lie To vouch great falshoods and plain truths deny 'T is she that did forbid the Marriage Bed Whilst her vile Clergy such ill Lives have led Was it not she that Canon did create Commanding People to abstain from Meat Which God gave licence unto all to eat That all may know we do to Rome no wrong A little Book will publish'd be ere long That will make it most evident and clear That only Papal Rome's intended here If from this charge she can her self defend Then may she make the Judg and Law her friend Or if she can produce another Tribe To whom we may this Character ascribe VVith greater clearness than we do to her VVe will consent her sentence to defer Judge Rome since thou canst not make a fair Defence And shew to all the VVorld thine Innocence 'T is very evident that all these things Have been fulfilled on Kingdoms and their Kings And now if there no other people be That did the like then thou alone art she Let thy denials trouble men no more Thou only art the bloudy Scarlet Whore Therefore in Justice I at length am come Being Long provokt to pass thy final Doom The Sentence ROME Thou hast been indicted by the Name of Mystery Babylon Mother of Harlots Scarlet-coloured Whore False Church and Pretended Spouse of Jesus Christ and thou art found Guilty of all the Horrid and Prodigious Crimes following That thou didst Apostatize from the Holy Religion of God and his Son Jesus Christ and didst advance the Pope or Man of Sin and hast Sacrilegiously attributed and given to him those Names and Titles which belong only to God and the Great Erâ—aâ—â—el magnifying his Decrees in wicked Council above the Laws of God and hast made void the Laws and Constitutions of the Gospel making the Church National and forming whole Kingdoms into one Universal Church Thou hast insinuated thy self into the Courts of the Emperors Kings and Princes of the Earth perswading them to commâ—t Fornication and Idolatry with thâ—e to the utter Râ—in and Destruction of many of them as well as of several Peers Noblemen others of all Ranks and Degrees