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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

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-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