The Protestants Vade Mecum Or, Popery Display'd in its proper Colours, In Thirty Emblems, Lively representing all the Jesuitical Plots Against this Nation, and More fully this late hellish Designe Against his Sacred Majesty. Curiously engraven in Copper-plates |
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[When Rome to all the Conquer'd World gave Laws]
Reader;
When
Rome to all the Conquer'd World gave Laws,
And none durst try the dreadful Eagles claws;
And the proud Cònsul (like some petty God)
Follow'd by fetter'd Kings in Triumph rode:
Yet in their greatest Bondage Men were free,
Compar'd to those that feel the Tyranny
Of our New Rome:
There Lucifer incarnate has his Throne,
And Cæsar-like will no Superior own.
By Force or Fraud he'd make the World obey,
And to his Moloch-ship such Honour pay,
As only's due to Heaven: all must bow down
To the great Monster with the Triple Crown.
And all that dare but once oppose his Will,
Kill 'em; you merit Heaven when such you kill;
Is most authentick Doctrine: Oh! 'tis good
To bathe your hands in such vile Hereticks blood.
And to compleat his Ends, there's none so fit
As that chief Plague o'th' World, the Jesuit.
A Jesuit's a Compound of all that's Evil,
Able to baffle Hell, and foil the Devil
At his own Weapons, Fraud and Cruelty.
But since in their Designes they both agree,
(I mean the general ruine of Mankinde)
In a strict League he and the Devil joyn'd,
And strive with all the Power and Art they can,
Which shall do most t'undo poor helpless Man.
And none durst try the dreadful Eagles claws;
And the proud Cònsul (like some petty God)
Follow'd by fetter'd Kings in Triumph rode:
Yet in their greatest Bondage Men were free,
Compar'd to those that feel the Tyranny
Of our New Rome:
There Lucifer incarnate has his Throne,
And Cæsar-like will no Superior own.
By Force or Fraud he'd make the World obey,
And to his Moloch-ship such Honour pay,
As only's due to Heaven: all must bow down
To the great Monster with the Triple Crown.
And all that dare but once oppose his Will,
Kill 'em; you merit Heaven when such you kill;
Is most authentick Doctrine: Oh! 'tis good
To bathe your hands in such vile Hereticks blood.
And to compleat his Ends, there's none so fit
As that chief Plague o'th' World, the Jesuit.
A Jesuit's a Compound of all that's Evil,
Able to baffle Hell, and foil the Devil
At his own Weapons, Fraud and Cruelty.
But since in their Designes they both agree,
(I mean the general ruine of Mankinde)
In a strict League he and the Devil joyn'd,
Which shall do most t'undo poor helpless Man.
Here, Reader, you may have a taste or two
Of what these curs'd Conspirators can do.
Here you may see 'em plot with one dire stroak
To spoil the Wood, and fell the Royal Oak:
King, Nobles, Gentry, Commons, all must fall
A Sacrifice to their Infernal Baal.
But Heaven be prais'd, their damn'd Designes are crost,
And we are sav'd, whilst some of them are lost,
And feel in Hell (though they're made Saints at Rome)
Damnation's an ill Crown of Martyrdome.
Of what these curs'd Conspirators can do.
Here you may see 'em plot with one dire stroak
To spoil the Wood, and fell the Royal Oak:
King, Nobles, Gentry, Commons, all must fall
A Sacrifice to their Infernal Baal.
But Heaven be prais'd, their damn'd Designes are crost,
And we are sav'd, whilst some of them are lost,
And feel in Hell (though they're made Saints at Rome)
Damnation's an ill Crown of Martyrdome.
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