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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

Essay OThers thy Zeale and Vowes I praise thy skill So well to lay the plot Rome laid so ill Another Arts pyramides from Treasons Pouder-fire VVhat al fire hath hath thine black smoke bright flame The flame thy Verse the smoke the Traitors name Who can decide in which most time to spend Or damn their smoke or thy bright flame commend Himself not yet determined T. S. S. T. B. To my good friend M. JOHN VICARS THy love to Truth I love thy hate of errours Thine honesty thine industry thy Zeale For God the king the Church and common-weal Against the rage of Romes intended terrours I like thy loathing of those Treason-stirrers That for Apollyon in these plots do deale With ghastly ghostly fathers that conceale Or rather counsail so inhumane horrours I praise thine Authours and thine owne desire To have recorded unto all posterity Th' Ignatian-furies ignominious fire Flaming from hell against Christs heavenly verity In Fauks Grants Garnets Winters Catesbies Percies Let others praise thy Vowes I praise thy Verses JOSUAH SYLVESTER In Viri mihi fratris vice JOHANNIS VICARSI dignissimos labores {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} MIttor Apollineos ego parvulus inter alumnos Vt tibi pro libro laurea serta feram Ne metuas Romae * larvas lemuresve sequaces Nec criticos criticâ qui gravitate valent Est liber ille tuus scelerato nomine liber Perge igitur libro praela subire tuo Idem ad eundem THou carping Momus poyson of good wits I call not thee to give the Authour praise Silence I tell thee better thee befits Because detraction is thy common-phrase Thou canst not come and mend yet must commend This worke so neatly by the Authour pen'd THOMAS BRACKLEY M. A. To his most affectionate kinde Friend M. JOHN VICARS THy Muse Romes hellish traitors so displaies That they deserve the halter she the bayes View her all English hearts with care and than Love Romes faith blacke high-Treason if you can WILLIAM PRINNE Gent. To my loving friend Mr. John Vicars in praise of his praise-worthy worke encouraging him to discourage our enemies I Saw thy worke should not I land the same With Traitor thou maist iustly brand my name I saw thy worke and from my soule I vow I thinke none honest will it disallow I saw 't or Who els sees't without commend He is a Traitor or a Traitors friend I saw and praise thy worke in spight of Rome Hell and the Pope I say t is sweetly done I saw thy worke though thee I do not know But figs I knew on thistles could not grow Courage brave Spirit thou hast done so well Thou needst not feare Romes candle booke or bell Thou hast a Master in whom 's all our hopes That will protect thee 'gainst a thousand Popes Shew it thy Master then his censure past Let others blow regard not thou their blast But tell them yea and tell them to their face That they are Traitors which do treason grace Your Friend unknowne NATHANIEL CHAMBER of Grayes-Inne Gent. In Authorem LEt Rome with bell booke candle curse thy name Thy hand thy pen the broachers of her shame Passe not if good accept though bad refuse Religious hearts bid welcome to thy muse It may be some condemn thee what 's the reason They hate thy worke because they lov'd the Treason W. C. M. A. The names of the chiefe Traitours that plotted and endeavoured this Pouder-Treason Jesuite Priests Henry Garnet John Gerrard Osw Tesmond Edward Hall Hammon Wm. Baldwin S Evera Digby Rob. Winter Tho. Winter Guido Fauks John Grant Amb. Rookwood Robert Keyes Thomas Bates Henry Morgan Tho. Abington S. Edm. Bainham S. Wm. Stanley Hugh Owen Catesby Thom Percy John Wright and Christo Wright were slain in rebellious fight the former two with a gun the other two with Halberts Francis Tresham murthered himself in prison To Momus or the carping-Catholike LEt Zoylus bark and Momus carp Let Masse-Priests mumble and mutter Let Romish-Jesuites raile and rage And all their venome utter Yea though they should with envy swell And toad-like burst in sunder Yet truth will shine and errour pine To Babels wo and wonder J. V. An Advertisement to the READER Courteous READER LEt me intreate thee to take notice that wheras in this History thou shalt meete with a most materiall passage which intimates the Papists most hellish purpose to have translated this plot from themselves on those whom the world impiously and injuriously termes Puritans It hath pleased the Lord to give me this notable testimony of the truth therof from two of my most loving Christian Friends who on my certaine knowledge were both so truely pious as that they feared as it is Revel. 22. to tell a lye much more to make a lye the one being departed this life the other yet surviving both of them eminent Christians and Citizens of London And this it is TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE Richard Gurney Lord Major of London the right Worshipfull S. Christopher Clethrow Knight President of Christs Hospitall Sr. William Acton Knight and Baronet Sr. Paul Pindar Knight Alderman Goare Alderman Atkins Alderman Pennington Alderman Wollaston Alderman Adams Alderman Warner and the right worshipfull Alderman Garret one of the Shrieves of London All of them most worthy Governours of Christs-Hospitall as also the worshipfull Mr. John Babington Treasurer of the said Hospitall Mr. Roger Drake Sub-Treasu●er M. Richard Aldworth and to the rest of the most worthy Governours therof Iohn Vicars wisheth the kingdome of Grace here and the Kingdome of Glory hereafter Right Honourable and Right Worshipfull YOur constant Favours which I alwayes find Do me in all my best endeavours bind Upon all fair occasions to expresse My due and deeply bounden thankfullnesse Aswell for past as present sweet-Supplies Which from your blessed-House of Charities Poore Orphant-cheering-brests my-Self have found With Thousands-more whom else distresse had drown'd In over flowing floods of Poverty Our Parents poor being forc't from us to fly And leave us hopelesse Imps in helplesse age To all Earths woes fully on us to rage These these I say indissoluble Tyes Of ancient and of modern Courtesies Which to Heavens glory here memorate Doe me blest Patrons stirre and stimulate To dedicate and consecrate to You What ere I am or can as Tribute due To your full-Sea from my small-Rivolet Thus to repay some part of my great debt And since I owe more then I know to pay My humble-All rests to my dying-day Your Honours and Worships Sincerely to be commanded JOHN VICARS A Table of the Heads of the most materiall passages in this Historie A ABsolution given to the Traitors in rebellion by Haman a Jesuite pag. 63. Achabs sicknesse for Naboths vineyard alluded to 77. Allusion to the plot intended now in our daies which hath beene discovered by this Parliament 1641. 80. Aggravations of this plot 42 43 44. An Angell to Lord Morley 37. Apprehension of Faux at the

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 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