Distressed Sion Relieved Or, The Garment of Praise for the Spirit of Heaviness. Wherein are Discovered the Grand Causes of the Churches Trouble and Misery under the late Dismal Dispensation. With a Compleat History of, and Lamentation for those Renowned Worthies that fell in England by Popish Rage and Cruelty, from the Year 1680 to 1688. Together with an Account of the late Admirable and Stupendious Providence which hath wrought such a sudden and Wonderful Deliverance for this Nation, and Gods Sion therein. Humbly Dedicated to their Present Majesties. By Benjamin Keach |
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1678.
‘Ah vile Conspiracy! Ah cursed Plot!
‘So deeply laid; How canst thou be forgot?
‘Th' Infernal Conclave ne're produc'd a Brat
‘Into the world so horrible as that,
‘Since Rome Usurpt the Western Monarchy,
‘Which she still Rules with Fraud and Treachery,
‘In forging Plots, imploying Hellish Actors;
‘Ah! let us treat 'um as the Devils Factors.
‘So deeply laid; How canst thou be forgot?
‘Th' Infernal Conclave ne're produc'd a Brat
‘Into the world so horrible as that,
‘Since Rome Usurpt the Western Monarchy,
‘Which she still Rules with Fraud and Treachery,
‘In forging Plots, imploying Hellish Actors;
‘Ah! let us treat 'um as the Devils Factors.
‘Distressed Sion! O how few regard
‘My sighs and tears, their Hearts are grown so hard
‘My restless Hurricanes with storms and wind,
‘No ease, no peace, no comfort can I find;
‘The horrid aspect of these Monsters do
‘Affright my Children, some they worry too,
‘Others they seize like greedy Beasts of prey,
‘And to their Den the Sacrifice convey.
‘My sighs and tears, their Hearts are grown so hard
‘My restless Hurricanes with storms and wind,
‘No ease, no peace, no comfort can I find;
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‘Affright my Children, some they worry too,
‘Others they seize like greedy Beasts of prey,
‘And to their Den the Sacrifice convey.
‘Renowned GODFREY whose immortal Glory
‘Martyr'd for me shall ever live in Story;
‘Let every Loyal Eye that reads it there,
‘Yield to his name the Tribute of a Tear.
‘Brave Soul! thy Love and Loyalty do claim
‘That King and People should proclaim thy name
‘As England's Victim, ne're to be forgot,
‘Fastning on Rome an Everlasting blot.
‘The Great Jehovah who is only wise,
‘Permits thy fall as a sweet Sacrifice.
‘Thy barbarous Murder has made clearly out
‘That Plot which none but Infidels now doubt.
‘Those bloody Varlets, black Assassinates,
‘Curst Executioners of Rome's Debates,
‘Drunk with Infernal cruelty, made thee
‘A Specimen of England's Tragedy.
‘By thee we learn what curtesie to hope
‘From Romish Butchers, Vassals to the Pope
‘Thou led'st the Van, first fell'st into the Trap
‘From whence they hope't no Protestant should scape.
‘Poor Innocent! trepann'd amongst them came
‘Into their Nets like a poor harmless Lamb,
‘Whilst they like hungry Tygers ready stood
‘T'imbrue their Tallons in thy guiltless Blood.
‘Thou little dream'dst such an Infernal snare
‘Had there been laid t'intrap thee unaware.
‘Martyr'd for me shall ever live in Story;
‘Let every Loyal Eye that reads it there,
‘Yield to his name the Tribute of a Tear.
‘Brave Soul! thy Love and Loyalty do claim
‘That King and People should proclaim thy name
‘As England's Victim, ne're to be forgot,
‘Fastning on Rome an Everlasting blot.
‘The Great Jehovah who is only wise,
‘Permits thy fall as a sweet Sacrifice.
‘Thy barbarous Murder has made clearly out
‘That Plot which none but Infidels now doubt.
‘Those bloody Varlets, black Assassinates,
‘Curst Executioners of Rome's Debates,
‘Drunk with Infernal cruelty, made thee
‘A Specimen of England's Tragedy.
‘By thee we learn what curtesie to hope
‘From Romish Butchers, Vassals to the Pope
‘Thou led'st the Van, first fell'st into the Trap
‘From whence they hope't no Protestant should scape.
‘Poor Innocent! trepann'd amongst them came
‘Into their Nets like a poor harmless Lamb,
‘Whilst they like hungry Tygers ready stood
‘T'imbrue their Tallons in thy guiltless Blood.
‘Thou little dream'dst such an Infernal snare
‘Had there been laid t'intrap thee unaware.
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‘'Tis strange (say some) what reason should ingage
‘Them to make thee the Object of their rage;
‘Some think 'twas 'cause the Babylonish Whore,
‘Big with a Bastard long'd as heretofore
‘For Christian Blood; Her Favourites made haste
‘In her great need to help her to a taste
‘Of choicest Liquors; thine she calls for first,
‘To cheer her sinking Heart, and quench her Thirst
‘Fearing miscarriage; when her Spirits faint
‘She drinks the Hearts blood of some Martyr'd Saint
‘Insatiate, like the Horse-leech still she cries,
‘Give, give me that, there's nought else will suffice
‘My craving Paunch; my pleasure must be done
‘This Heretick was a Pragmatick one,
‘He knew my secret Clubs, and would reveal
‘My Tragick Plots; we must prevent his Zeal,
‘Let's strangle him before he does relate
‘The Villanies we intend to perpetrate.
‘Them to make thee the Object of their rage;
‘Some think 'twas 'cause the Babylonish Whore,
‘Big with a Bastard long'd as heretofore
‘For Christian Blood; Her Favourites made haste
‘In her great need to help her to a taste
‘Of choicest Liquors; thine she calls for first,
‘To cheer her sinking Heart, and quench her Thirst
‘Fearing miscarriage; when her Spirits faint
‘She drinks the Hearts blood of some Martyr'd Saint
‘Insatiate, like the Horse-leech still she cries,
‘Give, give me that, there's nought else will suffice
‘My craving Paunch; my pleasure must be done
‘This Heretick was a Pragmatick one,
‘He knew my secret Clubs, and would reveal
‘My Tragick Plots; we must prevent his Zeal,
‘Let's strangle him before he does relate
‘The Villanies we intend to perpetrate.
‘Ah brutish Whore, of Canibals the worst,
‘For this curst draught be thou for ever curst;
‘In the most lasting Records let us see
‘This horrid instance of thy cruelty.
‘This Loyal Knight ne're injur'd thee, but stood
‘Upright for Justice, and his Countreys good.
‘For this curst draught be thou for ever curst;
‘In the most lasting Records let us see
‘This horrid instance of thy cruelty.
‘This Loyal Knight ne're injur'd thee, but stood
‘Upright for Justice, and his Countreys good.
‘Will nought but Blood of Protestants give ease?
‘Or quench thy thirst? What mischievous Disease
‘Infects thy Bowels? Must your Churches food
‘Be Flesh of Saints? Your Mornings draught their Blood?
‘Fellonious Strumpet! dar'st thou be so bold
‘To steal by night into thy Neighbours Fold,
‘And seize my Lambs? Thy Theft and Cruelty,
‘And all thy Murders shall revenged be.
‘Or quench thy thirst? What mischievous Disease
‘Infects thy Bowels? Must your Churches food
‘Be Flesh of Saints? Your Mornings draught their Blood?
‘Fellonious Strumpet! dar'st thou be so bold
‘To steal by night into thy Neighbours Fold,
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‘And all thy Murders shall revenged be.
‘But since he's gone and Justice does pursue
‘With eager steps the Assassinating Crew,
‘We'l acquiesce; for Heav'n now seems to call,
‘And bid tears cease, at his sad Funeral.
‘Let Christians offer through the Universe
‘Whole Hecatombs upon his bleeding Herse.
‘And could their tears increase into a Floud
‘'Twere no excess; so much I prize his Bloud.
‘With eager steps the Assassinating Crew,
‘We'l acquiesce; for Heav'n now seems to call,
‘And bid tears cease, at his sad Funeral.
‘Let Christians offer through the Universe
‘Whole Hecatombs upon his bleeding Herse.
‘And could their tears increase into a Floud
‘'Twere no excess; so much I prize his Bloud.
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