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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1685.
Therefore is Dr. Oates brought on the Stage,
Degraded and expos'd to brutish rage,
They on his Back their cruel strokes do lay,
Whereby their Hellish Plot they stifle may;
Yet let them whip and lash him till he die,
And practice all their Romish cruelty,
None of his Evidence he can deny.
'Tis to his Honour and Immortal praise,
And to his name it will high Trophies raise.
Those many hundred stripes laid on by Rome
Are as so many Monuments become,
More great and lasting than a Marble Tomb.
Degraded and expos'd to brutish rage,
They on his Back their cruel strokes do lay,
Whereby their Hellish Plot they stifle may;
Yet let them whip and lash him till he die,
And practice all their Romish cruelty,
None of his Evidence he can deny.
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And to his name it will high Trophies raise.
Those many hundred stripes laid on by Rome
Are as so many Monuments become,
More great and lasting than a Marble Tomb.
Poor Dangerfield! couragious and bold,
Whom Rome's Incendiaries never could
By horrid threats or subtle flattery,
Prevail upon to gainsay, or deny
What he of their Intrigues did testifie.
Unto a cruel whipping they him doom,
Which yet could not his Fortitude o'recome.
'Twould pierce ones Heart to think what miseries
He suffered from his bloody Enemies;
And though perhaps not well prepar'd to die,
Yet he must fall by Romish Tyranny,
A Villain in the midst of all his pain,
Stabbing his tender Eye out with a Cane,
Which pierc't so deep he in great torments lay,
That never ceast, till Death took him away.
Whom Rome's Incendiaries never could
By horrid threats or subtle flattery,
Prevail upon to gainsay, or deny
What he of their Intrigues did testifie.
Unto a cruel whipping they him doom,
Which yet could not his Fortitude o'recome.
'Twould pierce ones Heart to think what miseries
He suffered from his bloody Enemies;
And though perhaps not well prepar'd to die,
Yet he must fall by Romish Tyranny,
A Villain in the midst of all his pain,
Stabbing his tender Eye out with a Cane,
Which pierc't so deep he in great torments lay,
That never ceast, till Death took him away.
The Fence b'ing thus thrown down the ravenous Beasts
Rush in, and of poor Innocents make Feasts.
Wild Boars and Bears, yea Wolves and Tygers, strive
All to destroy, and leave no Lambs alive.
Religion, Laws, though all good mens great care,
Yea, and mens precious Lives, they did not spare;
That England seem'd as if it were become
A Scene of misery, and a prey to Rome.
And what could Sion do? Alas, poor I
Bewail'd my state, but saw no comfort nigh;
Yea, my poor Children about me hung,
B'ing hardly able to endure the wrong,
And sharp Assaults of those fierce Fiends of Hell,
Yet knew not how their malice to repel.
Rush in, and of poor Innocents make Feasts.
Wild Boars and Bears, yea Wolves and Tygers, strive
All to destroy, and leave no Lambs alive.
Religion, Laws, though all good mens great care,
Yea, and mens precious Lives, they did not spare;
That England seem'd as if it were become
A Scene of misery, and a prey to Rome.
And what could Sion do? Alas, poor I
Bewail'd my state, but saw no comfort nigh;
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B'ing hardly able to endure the wrong,
And sharp Assaults of those fierce Fiends of Hell,
Yet knew not how their malice to repel.
About this time i'th' West there did appear
Some unto whom their Countrey was most dear,
Striving to free it; but mistook the time,
And Person too, who Landed then at Lyme:
A Man belov'd; but not the Instrument
God chosen had; and now to us hath sent
To save our Land, and Sion, from that blow,
Which would have been to both an overthrow.
Some unto whom their Countrey was most dear,
Striving to free it; but mistook the time,
And Person too, who Landed then at Lyme:
A Man belov'd; but not the Instrument
God chosen had; and now to us hath sent
To save our Land, and Sion, from that blow,
Which would have been to both an overthrow.
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