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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The Tryal and Condemnation of Mystery Babylon, the Great Whore.
But what approaches! Heark! Methinks I hear
The Sound of dreadful Trumpets in mine ear,
To usher in Gods day of wrath and Ire
On those who did against his Saints conspire;
The Great Assize, that happy day is come,
To Judge, and give the Whore her Fatal Doom,
She's charg'd with Treason 'gainst Gods Holy Laws,
Impartial Justice now will try the Cause,
She's seiz'd upon, and in the Jaylors hand,
Who will produce her when he has command;
Jehovah bids, that Babylon the Great
Be forthwith brought before the Judgment Seat.
Justice.
The Sound of dreadful Trumpets in mine ear,
To usher in Gods day of wrath and Ire
On those who did against his Saints conspire;
The Great Assize, that happy day is come,
To Judge, and give the Whore her Fatal Doom,
She's charg'd with Treason 'gainst Gods Holy Laws,
Impartial Justice now will try the Cause,
She's seiz'd upon, and in the Jaylors hand,
Who will produce her when he has command;
Jehovah bids, that Babylon the Great
Be forthwith brought before the Judgment Seat.
Most Sovereign Lord, who is it dares gain say
VVhat thou command'st? I must and will obey;
Lo, here I bring the Scarlet Strumpet forth,
Before thee who createdst Heaven and Earth;
Thy Judgment Seat she seems to slight and scorn,
Says she's as guiltless as the Child unborn.
VVhat thou command'st? I must and will obey;
Lo, here I bring the Scarlet Strumpet forth,
Before thee who createdst Heaven and Earth;
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Says she's as guiltless as the Child unborn.
Jehovah.
“Her crimes lay open, and her facts declare,
“Turn up her skirts and let her faults appear,
“Let th' Universe by her indictment see
“The cause of my most Just severity.
“Turn up her skirts and let her faults appear,
“Let th' Universe by her indictment see
“The cause of my most Just severity.
Justice.
Dread Soveraign of the VVorld! I will proceed,
And will her black indictment loudly read,
Come forth great VVhore! & hear thy dismal charge
VVhich shall by proofs be evidenc'd at large;
By th' name of Babylon thou art hither Cited,
And by the name of VVhore thou stand'st Indicted
Thou void of Grace and Gods most holy Fear,
To Satans Machinations didst adhere;
VVith him to Plot against thy Soveraign Prince,
To whom thou oughtst to yield Preheminence
In Ancient times he was thine only Spouse,
(Our Holy Law no Bigamy allows,)
Yet thou hast him perfidiously forsook,
And to thy self another Husband took,
And with a graceless Impudence art led,
By thy lewd train, to an Adultrous Bed;
Thou hast dethron'd him, and thy VVhorish face,
Sets up a monstrous Traytor in his place,
To whom thou hast blasphemous Titles given,
Exalting him above the God of Heaven;
And will her black indictment loudly read,
Come forth great VVhore! & hear thy dismal charge
VVhich shall by proofs be evidenc'd at large;
By th' name of Babylon thou art hither Cited,
And by the name of VVhore thou stand'st Indicted
Thou void of Grace and Gods most holy Fear,
To Satans Machinations didst adhere;
VVith him to Plot against thy Soveraign Prince,
To whom thou oughtst to yield Preheminence
In Ancient times he was thine only Spouse,
(Our Holy Law no Bigamy allows,)
Yet thou hast him perfidiously forsook,
And to thy self another Husband took,
And with a graceless Impudence art led,
By thy lewd train, to an Adultrous Bed;
Thou hast dethron'd him, and thy VVhorish face,
Sets up a monstrous Traytor in his place,
To whom thou hast blasphemous Titles given,
Exalting him above the God of Heaven;
Thou hast not only plaid th' Adulteress,
But plain Idolatry thou dost profess;
Of Treason, Murder Theft, abhorred things,
Of burning Cities, poysoning of Kings,
Of undermining States, and furthermore,
Of Spoiling Trade and making Kingdoms Poor,
Of horrid Plots of causeless bloudy VVars,
And of contriving cruel Massacres,
Thou guilty art; Thy bloudy rage has hurld,
Millions of Innocents out of the World,
Prodigious numbers have in divers Lands
Been sacrific'd by thy bloud-thirsty hands;
Insatiate Butcheries that know no end,
Thou stab'dst men when thou pity didst pretend;
In times of Peace thy horrid rage has shed
Bloud without Measure, thou hast murthered;
(Perfidious wretch) thy nearest Neighbours when
They thought themselves the most secure of men,
Thou hast made currents of their guiltless bloud
To run like waters of a mighty flood;
Yea void of pity your inhumane Rage
Destroy'd the Saints and spar'd no Sex nor Age,
Speak bloudy VVhore, hold up thy graceless head;
Guilty or not? By Law thou art to plead.
But plain Idolatry thou dost profess;
Of Treason, Murder Theft, abhorred things,
Of burning Cities, poysoning of Kings,
Of undermining States, and furthermore,
Of Spoiling Trade and making Kingdoms Poor,
Of horrid Plots of causeless bloudy VVars,
And of contriving cruel Massacres,
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Millions of Innocents out of the World,
Prodigious numbers have in divers Lands
Been sacrific'd by thy bloud-thirsty hands;
Insatiate Butcheries that know no end,
Thou stab'dst men when thou pity didst pretend;
In times of Peace thy horrid rage has shed
Bloud without Measure, thou hast murthered;
(Perfidious wretch) thy nearest Neighbours when
They thought themselves the most secure of men,
Thou hast made currents of their guiltless bloud
To run like waters of a mighty flood;
Yea void of pity your inhumane Rage
Destroy'd the Saints and spar'd no Sex nor Age,
Speak bloudy VVhore, hold up thy graceless head;
Guilty or not? By Law thou art to plead.
Babylon.
Look down, blest Virgin, and bid Justice stay,
Speak to thy Son to drive my foes away;
You glorious Saints who near St. Mary stand,
In my distress lend me your helping hand;
All Angels and Arch-Angels I invoke,
To strengthen me, and to divert the stroke;
These Hereticks will work my overthrow,
I am amaz'd I know not what to do!
Speak to thy Son to drive my foes away;
You glorious Saints who near St. Mary stand,
In my distress lend me your helping hand;
All Angels and Arch-Angels I invoke,
To strengthen me, and to divert the stroke;
These Hereticks will work my overthrow,
I am amaz'd I know not what to do!
Beelzebub
What needs my Darling thus to stand and pause?
Thou know'st the Custom of our Romish Laws,
Though black as hell, yet be not so forlorn,
Swear that thou'rt guiltless, as the Child unborn;
What violence to Hereticks you do,
Is Lawful, honest and your duty too.
Thou know'st the Custom of our Romish Laws,
Though black as hell, yet be not so forlorn,
Swear that thou'rt guiltless, as the Child unborn;
What violence to Hereticks you do,
Is Lawful, honest and your duty too.
Justice.
Plead, vile Delinquent! or thou shalt receive,
The fatal sentence which I am to give.
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I do affirm the Charge is false, and I
All Points of this Indictment do deny;
Produce your Proofs, I'le stand in just Defence
Of my apparent spotless Innocence.
Justice.
That like a Harlot, of thine own accord,
Thou hast forsaken thine espoused Lord,
Will be made evident to thy disgrace,
By clear Probation in its proper place.
You say that you your God can daily make,
Which is an Idol of a Wafer-cake.
If thou dost Shrines and Images adore,
And proved art th' Apocalyptick Whore;
If thou upon the Scarlet Beast dost sit,
And lewdness with so many Kings commit,
It clearly follows from these Marks, that thou
Art a meer Strumpet, and hast broke thy Vow,
If thou art by the Papal Edict led,
Dis-owning Christ, and making that thy Head,
The consequence is clear, for thou must be
Guilty of Whoredom and Idolatry.
And to examine thy notorious deeds,
This great Tribunal out of hand proceeds:
Call in the Witnesses,—
Thou hast forsaken thine espoused Lord,
Will be made evident to thy disgrace,
By clear Probation in its proper place.
You say that you your God can daily make,
Which is an Idol of a Wafer-cake.
If thou dost Shrines and Images adore,
And proved art th' Apocalyptick Whore;
If thou upon the Scarlet Beast dost sit,
And lewdness with so many Kings commit,
It clearly follows from these Marks, that thou
Art a meer Strumpet, and hast broke thy Vow,
If thou art by the Papal Edict led,
Dis-owning Christ, and making that thy Head,
The consequence is clear, for thou must be
Guilty of Whoredom and Idolatry.
And to examine thy notorious deeds,
This great Tribunal out of hand proceeds:
Call in the Witnesses,—
Waldenses, Albingenses, Protestants of Piedmont, Savoy, &c.
Dread Lord! We're here,
And with our Just complaint do now appear,
That Bloody Whore, the Prisoner at the Bar
Has follow'd us with a perpetual War,
Because we would not to her Idols bow,
Nor her curs'd Edicts, and vile Laws allow.
And with our Just complaint do now appear,
That Bloody Whore, the Prisoner at the Bar
Has follow'd us with a perpetual War,
Because we would not to her Idols bow,
Nor her curs'd Edicts, and vile Laws allow.
About the dismal year of fifty five,
A dreadful Massacre she did contrive
Within the territories of Savoy,
Where thirty thousand Souls she did destroy
In three days time; Curs'd Edicts bid them turn,
To Popery, or they must Hang, or Burn.
Which when those Innocents refus'd to do;
Most horrid Execution did ensue,
Our Brethrens brains out of their Heads were beaten
And by curst Villains fry'd and after eaten;
Our Children rent to pieces; Thrown to Dogs,
And our dear Pastors flung as Meat to Hogs,
Others on Pikes into the Air were tost,
And many Others they alive did rost;
Some ti'd with Ropes they pierc'd unto the Hearts,
And hung up Others by their secret parts;
Houses and Barns full they have burnt, so that
Our sufferings are beyond an Estimat.
A dreadful Massacre she did contrive
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Where thirty thousand Souls she did destroy
In three days time; Curs'd Edicts bid them turn,
To Popery, or they must Hang, or Burn.
Which when those Innocents refus'd to do;
Most horrid Execution did ensue,
Our Brethrens brains out of their Heads were beaten
And by curst Villains fry'd and after eaten;
Our Children rent to pieces; Thrown to Dogs,
And our dear Pastors flung as Meat to Hogs,
Others on Pikes into the Air were tost,
And many Others they alive did rost;
Some ti'd with Ropes they pierc'd unto the Hearts,
And hung up Others by their secret parts;
Houses and Barns full they have burnt, so that
Our sufferings are beyond an Estimat.
Bohemia, Germany, Poland, Lithuania &c.
To satisfie this cruel Strumpets Lust,
Some thousands have been turned unto dust,
Our Towns, and famous Cities of renown
She hath dis-peopled, burnt, or broken down;
The ruins still appear, and desolations,
In many places of our spoiled Nations;
Great multitudes un-numbred she hath slain,
VVhich in the Field unburied did remain.
Our Brethren they have hung upon a Beam:
And then consum'd them in a lingring Flame,
Some she has into boiling Cauldrons put,
And many others into pieces cut,
VVithout respect unto the Hoary Head,
Into their Throats they pour'd down melted Lead,
And many other deaths she did contrive,
Some burned were, and others flead alive.
Into deep Mines, three thousand Souls and more,
At several times were tumbled by this VVhore,
Because they would not their Religion leave,
And unto Romish superstitions cleave.
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For owning of the Apostolick Faith;
Jerom of Prague, to fill her Measure up,
She made soon after drink that woful cup,
'Twere endless to enumerate our grief;
From thee, Just Judge, we do expect relief.
France.
Ah! How shall I my inward grief disclose?
VVhat Tongue is able to recount my woes?
Prodigious numbers of my natives have,
By this VVhores means, found an untimely grave,
The Barb'rous Harlot, would not be content
To Kill, or drive them into Banishment;
But with unheard of Cruelty she must
Their Bodys mangle, to asswage her Lust;
Some hang'd in VVater, yield their strangl'd breath,
Some brain'd on Anvils, some were starv'd to death,
Some hall'd with Pullies till the top they meet,
VVith heavy weights, and loads upon their Feet,
Rap't Maidens stab'd, poor Infants yet unborn
From Mothers Wombs, by bloudy hands were torn;
How many thousand guiltless Christians were
Butcher'd in the Parisian Massacre?
Some broke on Crosses, some were cut in twain,
VVhilst others languished in lingring pain;
Our worthy Kings have lost their noble lives,
By Jesuits Poyson, and by Monkish Knives.
I can produce an uncontroul'd record
Of many thousands murder'd by her Sword,
It would require whole volumes to transcribe
The bloudy acts of this infernal Tribe.
Deep dolour hinders what I would say more,
O glorious Judg! Avenge me on this Whore.
Italy, Spain, Portugal, Low-Countrys &c.
Renowned Judge! those Witnesses that have
Their grief presented, and do Judgment crave,
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Have felt the same from this blood-thirsty Whore.
Besides, being next her seat, and near her power,
Her greedy Jaws our Brethren did devour;
With cruel spite, and without intermission,
We have been tortur'd in her Inquisition;
No Tongue can speak, the unexampled terror
Of that curst Pattern of Infernal Horror;
They count it mild when they our persons burn
And Wives and Children into Ashes turn,
They say they're courteous, when our Throats they cut,
Or when in Dungeons (dark as Hell) we are put,
They say they favour us, when they'l imploy
Their Daggers, Pistols, Axes to destroy;
In lingring flames they did our Brethren roast,
On Halberts tops we saw our Infants tost.
This we have suffer'd, and abundance more,
And all by means of this Infernal Whore.
Ireland.
Could deepest grief receive additions, I
Would give examples of her cruelty,
I can her in more monstrous colours draw,
Than bloudy Nero or Caligula.
Those horrid tortures, which my Brethren say
She exercis'd on them, the same I may
Affirm t'have suffer'd, by the instigation
Of this vile Strumpet, whose abomination
Stinks in the Nostrils of each civil Nation,
Her cursed Priests, when first they did begin
Our Massacre, proclaim'd, it was a sin
Unpardonable, if they durst to give
Quarter, or our necessities relieve;
Some they stript naked, and then made them go
Through Bogs and Mountains, in the Frost and Snow,
Men, Women, Children, then were butchered,
And all that spake our Language punished;
The very Cattel, if of English breed,
They slasht and mangled that they could not feed.
Would give examples of her cruelty,
I can her in more monstrous colours draw,
Than bloudy Nero or Caligula.
Those horrid tortures, which my Brethren say
She exercis'd on them, the same I may
Affirm t'have suffer'd, by the instigation
Of this vile Strumpet, whose abomination
Stinks in the Nostrils of each civil Nation,
Her cursed Priests, when first they did begin
Our Massacre, proclaim'd, it was a sin
Unpardonable, if they durst to give
Quarter, or our necessities relieve;
Some they stript naked, and then made them go
Through Bogs and Mountains, in the Frost and Snow,
Men, Women, Children, then were butchered,
And all that spake our Language punished;
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They slasht and mangled that they could not feed.
With joy that Romish and Rebellious brood
Have wash't their hands in English Martyr's bloud,
Thousands of naked Protestants, that fled
From these curst Villains, have been famished,
Their Faithless Gentry that pretended love,
Perswaded th' English, that they would remove
Their goods to them, but when possession got,
They like perfidious VVretches cut their throat,
Numbers of naked Women, they did drive
Into a Barn, and Burnt them all alive,
Each Sex and Age that could not from them fly,
Did by these blood Hounds without mercy die.
Once at the fatal Bridge of Portladown,
A thousand Souls these Miscreants did drown,
A Couple (with five Children) first they hung,
And in a hole th' expiring Bodys flung,
The youngest on the Mothers Breast did stick,
Cries, Mammy, Mammy, yet is buried quick,
Some hackt to pieces: travelling Women strip'd,
And half born Infants from their bellies rip'd,
Which (with their Mothers) hungry Dogs did eat,
And Swine fed on them as on common meat.
When some poor Souls in burning houses cry,
The Villains said, How sweetly do they fry?
When Holy Scripture in the Flames were cast,
They cry, 'tis Hell Fire, and a lovely blast,
That blessed Book when some have trampled on,
They cry, Plague on't! that has the mischief done;
They made poor Wives their Husbands blood to spill,
And trembling Youth their aged Parents kill,
They forc'd the Son to stab his dearest Mother,
And caus'd one Brother to destroy another;
Some they put fast in stocks, then teach a Brat
To rip them, and make Candles of their Fat,
How many Virgins did they ravish first?
Then with their Hearts-blood quench their eager thirst;
Some they did bury just unto the head,
And left them on surrounding grass to feed.
Stuck fast on tender-nooks grave Matrons were,
And Virgins hang'd up in their Mothers hair,
Some with their small guts out, were forc'd to run,
About a tree until their life was gone;
The Mouths of Worthy Ministers they cut,
Unto their Ears, betwixt their jaws they put,
A monstrous gag, then with a Romish scoff,
Bid them go Preach their Mouths were large enough.
Have wash't their hands in English Martyr's bloud,
Thousands of naked Protestants, that fled
From these curst Villains, have been famished,
Their Faithless Gentry that pretended love,
Perswaded th' English, that they would remove
Their goods to them, but when possession got,
They like perfidious VVretches cut their throat,
Numbers of naked Women, they did drive
Into a Barn, and Burnt them all alive,
Each Sex and Age that could not from them fly,
Did by these blood Hounds without mercy die.
Once at the fatal Bridge of Portladown,
A thousand Souls these Miscreants did drown,
A Couple (with five Children) first they hung,
And in a hole th' expiring Bodys flung,
The youngest on the Mothers Breast did stick,
Cries, Mammy, Mammy, yet is buried quick,
Some hackt to pieces: travelling Women strip'd,
And half born Infants from their bellies rip'd,
Which (with their Mothers) hungry Dogs did eat,
And Swine fed on them as on common meat.
When some poor Souls in burning houses cry,
The Villains said, How sweetly do they fry?
When Holy Scripture in the Flames were cast,
They cry, 'tis Hell Fire, and a lovely blast,
That blessed Book when some have trampled on,
They cry, Plague on't! that has the mischief done;
They made poor Wives their Husbands blood to spill,
And trembling Youth their aged Parents kill,
They forc'd the Son to stab his dearest Mother,
And caus'd one Brother to destroy another;
Some they put fast in stocks, then teach a Brat
To rip them, and make Candles of their Fat,
How many Virgins did they ravish first?
Then with their Hearts-blood quench their eager thirst;
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And left them on surrounding grass to feed.
Stuck fast on tender-nooks grave Matrons were,
And Virgins hang'd up in their Mothers hair,
Some with their small guts out, were forc'd to run,
About a tree until their life was gone;
The Mouths of Worthy Ministers they cut,
Unto their Ears, betwixt their jaws they put,
A monstrous gag, then with a Romish scoff,
Bid them go Preach their Mouths were large enough.
And now thou seem'st the same thing to design,
All their Just Liberties to undermine,
By great Tyrronnels power, yet once again,
By whom so many Protestants were slain,
And barbarous Acts formerly done by him,
To fill thy measure up unto the brim.
All their Just Liberties to undermine,
By great Tyrronnels power, yet once again,
By whom so many Protestants were slain,
And barbarous Acts formerly done by him,
To fill thy measure up unto the brim.
Alas! who now can cast an eye on me,
But must lament to see my misery,
And what a sad condition I am in,
By this vile Strumpets wicked Plots agen?
Who hopes her craving appetite once more,
To fill and glut with Protestant bloud and gore,
By those curst Furies, who did boast with Joy,
They once two hundred thousand did destroy,
We therefore pray as others did before,
For a Just Sentence on this bloudy Whore.
But must lament to see my misery,
And what a sad condition I am in,
By this vile Strumpets wicked Plots agen?
Who hopes her craving appetite once more,
To fill and glut with Protestant bloud and gore,
By those curst Furies, who did boast with Joy,
They once two hundred thousand did destroy,
We therefore pray as others did before,
For a Just Sentence on this bloudy Whore.
Scotland.
Oh! Monstrous horror! Oh abhorred sink,
Of villany! O bloudy throats that drink
The bloods of Innocents! which oft they quaft,
As freely as a common Mornings Draught!
Thousands of mine were butchered by this Whore,
In that poor Nation that has spoke before,
The suff'rings of my guiltless Natives were
Equal with theirs in every title there,
Yet this blood-thirty Curtezan of Rome
Was not content, but tortured me at home,
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Some drown'd, and some in dungeons murdered,
A sinking grief forbids me to enlarge,
Or else with ease I'de aggravate her Charge,
Since Gospel Light did in my borders shine,
She thirsted to destroy both me and mine,
Her Imps all parts, Like filthy Locusts, fill,
And such as they cannot delude they kill;
Her VVolves put on the habit of my sheep,
And in their folds destroy them as they Sheep;
They have an Art to work upon the weak,
That they Gods order should in pieces break,
Under pretences of Reform'd Devotion,
They instigate the Rabble to Commotion;
That in those troubled waters they may fish,
And bring about their long expected wish;
Their cursed Politicks have been employ'd
To ruin those that they have so decoy'd.
A thousand Forgeries they do invent,
To charge their Plots upon the Innocent,
That (whilst they Act the Rogues in Masquerade)
Poor guiltless Saints their Victims may be made,
Thus have I open'd something of my grief,
And from the Judge expect a quick relief.
England.
Had I as many Tongues at my command,
As Argus Eyes or as Briarous hands,
I scarce could in a Century express
One half of my unspeakable distress!
In every age I had some Sons of Light,
That would discover Romes Egyptian night,
Yet they no sooner on the Stage appear,
But that her setting Dogs like Blood-hounds were
Upon the scent, and never left pursuit,
Until to death they did them persecute,
My Royal Edicts this bold Whore has broke,
And on my neck clapt her tyrannick Yoke;
Vast treasures from my Natives were extorted,
And her Exchequer to inrich transported.
Prodigious Sums she yearly squeezed hence,
For Pardons, Obits, Annals, Peter-pence)
And through each Land where she her triumphs led
Whole swarms of Locusts Priests and Friers bred,
These (as the Janizaries to the Turk)
Were faithful Slaves still to promote her work,
Whilst to maintain these Drones, she swept away
The Fat and Wealth of Nations for their prey.
Such as would not be by her witch-craft led,
Were Tortur'd, Murther'd, Burnt or Massacred,
The Papal Beast could in a frollick tell,
I was his Fountain inexhaustible.
She planted Priests and Ganymeds she rooted
Within my Bowels, which the Land polluted
VVith such a Pest of vile debaucheries,
As Pagans, Turks, and Infidels, outvies,
She crushes any that her acts opposes,
My Kings she Poisons, Murders, or Deposes;
Some she deludes her Soveraignty to own,
And does instruct them to betray the Crown,
Her Lurking Vipers menace me with Storms,
Like Egypts Frogs in pestilential swarms;
She is so greedy nothing will suffice,
Unless I'm made a general sacrifice.
As Argus Eyes or as Briarous hands,
I scarce could in a Century express
One half of my unspeakable distress!
In every age I had some Sons of Light,
That would discover Romes Egyptian night,
Yet they no sooner on the Stage appear,
But that her setting Dogs like Blood-hounds were
Upon the scent, and never left pursuit,
Until to death they did them persecute,
My Royal Edicts this bold Whore has broke,
And on my neck clapt her tyrannick Yoke;
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And her Exchequer to inrich transported.
Prodigious Sums she yearly squeezed hence,
For Pardons, Obits, Annals, Peter-pence)
And through each Land where she her triumphs led
Whole swarms of Locusts Priests and Friers bred,
These (as the Janizaries to the Turk)
Were faithful Slaves still to promote her work,
Whilst to maintain these Drones, she swept away
The Fat and Wealth of Nations for their prey.
Such as would not be by her witch-craft led,
Were Tortur'd, Murther'd, Burnt or Massacred,
The Papal Beast could in a frollick tell,
I was his Fountain inexhaustible.
She planted Priests and Ganymeds she rooted
Within my Bowels, which the Land polluted
VVith such a Pest of vile debaucheries,
As Pagans, Turks, and Infidels, outvies,
She crushes any that her acts opposes,
My Kings she Poisons, Murders, or Deposes;
Some she deludes her Soveraignty to own,
And does instruct them to betray the Crown,
Her Lurking Vipers menace me with Storms,
Like Egypts Frogs in pestilential swarms;
She is so greedy nothing will suffice,
Unless I'm made a general sacrifice.
'Tis known to all the Earth how many ways,
She martyr'd Protestants in Marian days.
Then was I made a dismal field of Blood,
VVhich run like currents of a swelling Flood,
She stirs the Spaniard in a great bravado,
For to invade me with his proud Armado;
The Hellish Powder Treason she prepares,
At once to blow up Commons, Kings and Peers;
Her hellish brands (without a spark of pity)
Consum'd to Ashes my Imperial City.
My Justices she does assassinate,
For many years she has been carrying on
A Damn'd intreague for my destruction,
And all the ways that Satan prompts her to
Contrive my fall, she's ready still to do,
Her spite and malice nothing will abate,
It's still more deadly and inveterate,
Dread Providence shall ever have my thanks,
That has discover'd her Infernal pranks;
She martyr'd Protestants in Marian days.
Then was I made a dismal field of Blood,
VVhich run like currents of a swelling Flood,
She stirs the Spaniard in a great bravado,
For to invade me with his proud Armado;
The Hellish Powder Treason she prepares,
At once to blow up Commons, Kings and Peers;
Her hellish brands (without a spark of pity)
Consum'd to Ashes my Imperial City.
My Justices she does assassinate,
For many years she has been carrying on
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And all the ways that Satan prompts her to
Contrive my fall, she's ready still to do,
Her spite and malice nothing will abate,
It's still more deadly and inveterate,
Dread Providence shall ever have my thanks,
That has discover'd her Infernal pranks;
Yea lately she much innocent bloud hath shed,
And divers worthy men hath Murdered,
Nay so insinuating too was she,
That she perswaded his late Majesty
To tast of her intoxicating Cup,
VVhich he unto his detriment drank up,
VVhereby the Church and State were ne're o'rethrown
Only to humor Cruel Babylon:
These with her other Crimes, considered,
I beg she justly may be Sentenced.
And divers worthy men hath Murdered,
Nay so insinuating too was she,
That she perswaded his late Majesty
To tast of her intoxicating Cup,
VVhich he unto his detriment drank up,
VVhereby the Church and State were ne're o'rethrown
Only to humor Cruel Babylon:
These with her other Crimes, considered,
I beg she justly may be Sentenced.
The Evidence summed up.
O gulph of horror! O profound Abiss,VVas ever mischief half so black as this?
Thou monstrous Whore, what language can express
The boundless measure of thy wickedness?
Throughout the earth thou hast such mischief wrought,
As is amazing to a humane thought;
It would compel a heart of Stone to melt,
VVhen it revolves what Protestants have felt.
Thy bloody fury and Infernal rage,
Has persecuted them in every age,
Thou mad'st the Magistrates their Enemies,
And all the tortures that thou could'st devise,
Thou didst inflict, as History to us shows,
Some thou didst hang by th' head, some by the toes,
Yea Millions thou didst burn and broil on coles,
And others Starve to death in stinking holes.
Some of them thou didst cut in pieces small,
And Infants brains didst dash against the wall.
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Thou hadst no mercy upon Old or Young;
By thy curs'd Crew were Women ravished,
VVho then (like Butchers) knockt 'em on the head,
Some had their Eyes and tongues by thee pull'd out,
Some were made harborless and forced about
To wander, till in VVoods and dismal Caves,
They found their woful and untimely Graves,
VVhat rocky heart but justly may admire,
Thy rage that made poor Children to set fire,
To fatal Piles in which their Parents dear,
In cruel flames consum'd to ashes were;
Thy wicked Agents have some Millions slain,
VVho did endure the most inhumane pain
Thy Bishops, Monks, and Fryers, could devise,
VVhose blood to me for speedy vengeance cries.
The ways thou took'st to free a Soul from error,
VVas unexampled flesh-amazing terror
Of horrid Racks, whereon a man must lye,
Tortur'd to death, and dying cannot die;
Accursed Wretch! didst thou not give Commission,
For to erect thy bloudy Inquisition,
That loathsom Dungeon and most nasty Cell,
A place of horror representing Hell?
Where nothing is so plentiful as tears,
Where Martyred Protestants can find no ears
To hear their cries and lamentable moans,
Nor hearts to pity their extorted groans,
VVhere Saints in torment all their days must spend
Not knowing when their sufferings will have end,
Thousands by thee were in Bohemia slain,
VVhose Carkasses unburied did remain.
Thou mad'st thy Vassals fall upon that Nation,
On no less penalty than their damnation,
Didst thou not promise upon that condition,
To give them full and absolute remission?
The vilest Wretch that on the Earth has stood,
You fully pardon'd if he'd shed the blood,
Of one Bohemian. O stupendious rage!
Not to be parallel'd in any Age;
But by thy self, 'twas judg'd De Alva's crime,
That he destroy'd no more in six years time
Than eighteen Thousand Souls; were they so few
In the account of this blood-thristy Crew?
But if the VVretch, (De Alva's) bloudy Bill
Come short in numbers, yet his hand did fill
It up with Torments; dreadful to reherse,
The very mention cannot chuse but pierce
A Marble Heart, Make Infidels relent
Torments that none, but Devils could invent
But if all this was over little still,
His Predecessors did inlarge the Bill:
For from the time thy Hellish Inquisition
Did from the Devil first receive Commission,
By cruel torments (which they still retain)
There were a hundred fifty thousand slain,
From that black season, when the hellish rage
Of Jesuits acted on the European Stage,
In England, France, in Italy, and Spain,
By thy accursed bloody hands were slain,
Nine hundred thousand Souls or thereabout,
Ere many years had run their circuits out;
Of poor Americans by Cruel Spain.
In fifty years were many Millions slain;
The poor Waldenses whose enlightned Eye,
Thy filthy Whoredoms quickly did espy,
Thou hast with raging Persecutions rent,
And murder'd Parents with their Innocent
And harmless Babes. Thy more than barb'rous Crew,
Their cursed hands did in their bloud imbrew,
At once were Eighty Infants famished,
And many thousands basely murthered.
When some have fled into obscurest Caves,
Thy Villains made their hiding place their Graves,
What part of Europe, now can make their boast,
And say they have not tasted (to their cost)
Of thy malignity? What shall I say
Of Germany, whose marty'd Spirits pray
For speedy vengeance on thy cursed head?
That Sea of Blood thou hast in Ireland shed,
Cries night and day for Justice; now I fix
My serious thoughts upon black sixty six;
Thou bloudy Strumpet. How canst thou repair
The loss of Englands great Imperial Chair?
How many Rich men were to Beggars turned.
When that brave Isle's Metropolis was burned
By thy accursed fire-brands of Hell,
Incarnate Devils without parallel?
Brave Merchants of their great estates bereft,
To day Rich men, to morrow nothing left;
Their Wives and Children quite forlorn became,
Their substance all consumed in the Flame.
VVas unexampled flesh-amazing terror
Of horrid Racks, whereon a man must lye,
Tortur'd to death, and dying cannot die;
Accursed Wretch! didst thou not give Commission,
For to erect thy bloudy Inquisition,
That loathsom Dungeon and most nasty Cell,
A place of horror representing Hell?
Where nothing is so plentiful as tears,
Where Martyred Protestants can find no ears
To hear their cries and lamentable moans,
Nor hearts to pity their extorted groans,
VVhere Saints in torment all their days must spend
Not knowing when their sufferings will have end,
Thousands by thee were in Bohemia slain,
VVhose Carkasses unburied did remain.
Thou mad'st thy Vassals fall upon that Nation,
On no less penalty than their damnation,
Didst thou not promise upon that condition,
To give them full and absolute remission?
The vilest Wretch that on the Earth has stood,
You fully pardon'd if he'd shed the blood,
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Not to be parallel'd in any Age;
But by thy self, 'twas judg'd De Alva's crime,
That he destroy'd no more in six years time
Than eighteen Thousand Souls; were they so few
In the account of this blood-thristy Crew?
But if the VVretch, (De Alva's) bloudy Bill
Come short in numbers, yet his hand did fill
It up with Torments; dreadful to reherse,
The very mention cannot chuse but pierce
A Marble Heart, Make Infidels relent
Torments that none, but Devils could invent
But if all this was over little still,
His Predecessors did inlarge the Bill:
For from the time thy Hellish Inquisition
Did from the Devil first receive Commission,
By cruel torments (which they still retain)
There were a hundred fifty thousand slain,
From that black season, when the hellish rage
Of Jesuits acted on the European Stage,
In England, France, in Italy, and Spain,
By thy accursed bloody hands were slain,
Nine hundred thousand Souls or thereabout,
Ere many years had run their circuits out;
Of poor Americans by Cruel Spain.
In fifty years were many Millions slain;
The poor Waldenses whose enlightned Eye,
Thy filthy Whoredoms quickly did espy,
Thou hast with raging Persecutions rent,
And murder'd Parents with their Innocent
And harmless Babes. Thy more than barb'rous Crew,
Their cursed hands did in their bloud imbrew,
At once were Eighty Infants famished,
And many thousands basely murthered.
When some have fled into obscurest Caves,
Thy Villains made their hiding place their Graves,
What part of Europe, now can make their boast,
And say they have not tasted (to their cost)
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Of Germany, whose marty'd Spirits pray
For speedy vengeance on thy cursed head?
That Sea of Blood thou hast in Ireland shed,
Cries night and day for Justice; now I fix
My serious thoughts upon black sixty six;
Thou bloudy Strumpet. How canst thou repair
The loss of Englands great Imperial Chair?
How many Rich men were to Beggars turned.
When that brave Isle's Metropolis was burned
By thy accursed fire-brands of Hell,
Incarnate Devils without parallel?
Brave Merchants of their great estates bereft,
To day Rich men, to morrow nothing left;
Their Wives and Children quite forlorn became,
Their substance all consumed in the Flame.
But to conclude; I have not yet forgot
Thy Powder Treason, nor thy modern Plot,
Nor all thy dismal Villanies that were
Done in the Merindolian Massacre,
Should I but recapitulate thy charge,
And speak of all thy Villanies at Large,
'Twould fill vast Volumes; Often did I see
The Lord of Life was crucified by thee,
When his dear members Blood by thee was shed,
Numberless numbers basely murthered:
Yet still thou hast the Impudence to say,
That thou art Innocent ev'n to this day,
Yea thou proceedest as thou hast begun,
And lately a great Monarch hast undone,
Whom thou didst so delude, that he did try
T'inslave us under Romish Tyranny,
And probably thou hadst attain'd thy end,
But that God did to us deliverance send:
And did defeat thy Hellish Enterprize,
Throwing thee down, that Sion might arise;
Yea thy Espousals thou didst often break,
Canst thou deny it? Shameless, Strumpet speak.
Thy Powder Treason, nor thy modern Plot,
Nor all thy dismal Villanies that were
Done in the Merindolian Massacre,
Should I but recapitulate thy charge,
And speak of all thy Villanies at Large,
'Twould fill vast Volumes; Often did I see
The Lord of Life was crucified by thee,
When his dear members Blood by thee was shed,
Numberless numbers basely murthered:
Yet still thou hast the Impudence to say,
That thou art Innocent ev'n to this day,
Yea thou proceedest as thou hast begun,
And lately a great Monarch hast undone,
Whom thou didst so delude, that he did try
T'inslave us under Romish Tyranny,
And probably thou hadst attain'd thy end,
But that God did to us deliverance send:
And did defeat thy Hellish Enterprize,
Throwing thee down, that Sion might arise;
Yea thy Espousals thou didst often break,
Canst thou deny it? Shameless, Strumpet speak.
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“I am the Mother Church, and hence deny
“That filthy name I am indicted by,
“The odious Epithet of Scarlet Whore
“Is daily laid unjustly at my door;
“I am Christs Church, his Spouse, and only Love,
“His undefiled one, and spotless Dove:
“Pray then forbear the Sentence, look about
“To find that Whore, and grand Delinquent out,
“Bold Hereticks who never would adhear
“To the true Faith and Apostolick Chair,
“Have born my just rebukes, some more, some less,
“As was their Pride, Rebellion, Wickedness.
“That filthy name I am indicted by,
“The odious Epithet of Scarlet Whore
“Is daily laid unjustly at my door;
“I am Christs Church, his Spouse, and only Love,
“His undefiled one, and spotless Dove:
“Pray then forbear the Sentence, look about
“To find that Whore, and grand Delinquent out,
“Bold Hereticks who never would adhear
“To the true Faith and Apostolick Chair,
“Have born my just rebukes, some more, some less,
“As was their Pride, Rebellion, Wickedness.
Judge.
Thou graceless Wretch thou art bereft 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.
How dar'st thou thus deny thy proper name?
Christ's Church his Members never did annoy;
Nor Persecute, and Millions thus destroy.
'Tis 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.
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,
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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,
'Tis 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 VVoman! City! And a Scarlet Whore!
The like on Earth was never seen before;
A Woman in her pompous glory drest,
And sitting on a monstrous horned Beast,
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.
Her filthy lewdness, and Adulteries,
Let me but prove it, and proclaim her shame,
'Tis 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 VVoman! City! And a Scarlet Whore!
The like on Earth was never seen before;
A Woman in her pompous glory drest,
And sitting on a monstrous horned Beast,
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.
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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 'tis 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.
'Twas 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.
Tis she declares him Universal Head,
'Tis she forbids the Bible to be read.
'Tis she that first did from the Faith depart,
'Tis she that wounded Sion to the Heart,
'Tis she hath been the occasion of all evil,
'Tis she advanc'd the Doctrine of the Devil,
'Tis she that taught her Sons to swear and lie,
To vouch great falshoods, and plain truths deny,
'Tis 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?
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 'tis 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.
'Twas 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;
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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.
Tis she declares him Universal Head,
'Tis she forbids the Bible to be read.
'Tis she that first did from the Faith depart,
'Tis she that wounded Sion to the Heart,
'Tis she hath been the occasion of all evil,
'Tis she advanc'd the Doctrine of the Devil,
'Tis she that taught her Sons to swear and lie,
To vouch great falshoods, and plain truths deny,
'Tis 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.
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.
'Tis very evident that all these things,
Have been fulfilled, on Kingdoms and their Kings,
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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 Emanuel, magnifying his Decrees in wicked Councils 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 commit Fornication and Idolatry with thee, to the utter Ruin and Destruction of many of them, as well as of several Peers, Noblemen & others, of all Ranks and Degrees. Thou hast contrived innumerable Treasons, Rebellions and Seditions; thereby endeavouring to betray Kingdoms and 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 Brothel-houses, where filthy and abominable Sodomy, and Adulteries are practiced; 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 Spits, 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 Fatherless, Towns and Cities to be without Inhabitant; Hast burned famous Cities, and destroyed divers 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 oughtest to be Punished
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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,
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.
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.
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 Omnipotent,
Ah! how they magnify his name,
With th' highest strains they can invent,
Again they Hallelujahs sing
To God and Christ their Glorious King.
Whilst Harpers sing and merry are,
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To God the Lord Omnipotent,
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 as joyful be,
Would God in Mercy to them come,
How would it add unto our Joys,
Our Hallelujahs, and our Praise.
Which Babel lately strove to spoil,
Scituate in the Northern Sea.
That Heav'n has sav'd from Bloudy Rome.
Could Ireland too as joyful 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.
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.
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.
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;
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
As pleasant as the flourishing spring,
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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 tyde we did behold
The Sun broke forth with Glorious Light,
As in the Scripture 'tis foretold.
O're Ireland, Lord, thy beams display,
Like to the dawning of the day.
At Evening tyde we did behold
The Sun broke forth with Glorious Light,
As in the Scripture 'tis foretold.
O're Ireland, Lord, thy beams display,
Like to the dawning of the day.
Let not our Sun Eclipsed be,
Nor Clouds of Darkness 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.
Nor Clouds of Darkness 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
(why should they still believe a Lye?)
And not on Names depend; But see
The great Deceits of Popery:
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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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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,
Bless those Great Sev'n; Preserve these Three.
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,
Bless those Great Sev'n; Preserve these Three.
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