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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Emblem XXIV. The Attempting of the King in his Sedan.
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Emblem XXIV. The Attempting of the King in his Sedan.
Can in no place Majestick Man go free,But he mnst still be dogg'd by villany?
But though approach'd, and he drawn near the sting.
They stagger at the glories of the King.
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Wo unto you, Scribes, Pharisees, Hypocrites; for ye devour
widows houses, and for a pretence make long
prayers: therefore ye shall receive the greater damnation.
MATTH. 23. v. 14.
Is this the way,
O Rome!
Thou dost assay,
And hop'st to overcome?
Are you not yet convinc'd the Cause
Is far from good;
So far,
The very laws
Of God and Man declare 'gainst Humane blood;
Such more to dabble in th'Imperial flood.
If you do still
Run on in ill,
And take a pride in hopes to kill;
All will deserters be,
And leave thy See,
'Cause you promote such cruelty.
But why do I
Expostulate,
Or talk to the most stubborn of Mankind?
For he must dye,
And tast accordingly the fate,
Which in Eternity
Such Souls do find.
How ere on earth
Whilst he draws breath,
I would have this great man foresee,
He swims against the stream in Treachery.
Look from your seat,
Religious Cheat,
And view what Consternations hem around
The very slave that was to give the wound:
'Twas fear, you cry,
And want of Romish Piety;
But I declare,
'Twas Heav'ns great care.
Struck with astonishment the Murth'rers hand,
Strangely unnerv'd as he were thunder struck,
Or fearing death for what he undertook,
Nor life nor death was in the slaves command.
It was not fear,
When drawn so near,
Nor ought but an impulse of Heav'n,
That secretly did to his bosome glide,
And check'd th'unruly rising Tide;
Which else—
Had to an universal Shipwrack driv'n.
Heav'n does fore-see
Ills meant by thee,
And gives thee still a little scope;
But once arriv'd, and just to period come,
He pashes all the wiles contriv'd in Rome,
And nips 'em in the Bud of hope.
But you unweary'd still
Contrive to kill,
Though all your Machinations fail;
As who should say,
In spight
Of Heav'n I will with Murther play,
Till all be Chaos, and eternal night.
Thus hardned Pharaoh did obdure remain,
Till he and all his host at once were slain.
O Rome!
Thou dost assay,
And hop'st to overcome?
Are you not yet convinc'd the Cause
Is far from good;
So far,
The very laws
Of God and Man declare 'gainst Humane blood;
Such more to dabble in th'Imperial flood.
If you do still
Run on in ill,
And take a pride in hopes to kill;
All will deserters be,
And leave thy See,
'Cause you promote such cruelty.
But why do I
Expostulate,
Or talk to the most stubborn of Mankind?
For he must dye,
And tast accordingly the fate,
Which in Eternity
Such Souls do find.
How ere on earth
Whilst he draws breath,
I would have this great man foresee,
He swims against the stream in Treachery.
Look from your seat,
Religious Cheat,
And view what Consternations hem around
The very slave that was to give the wound:
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And want of Romish Piety;
But I declare,
'Twas Heav'ns great care.
Struck with astonishment the Murth'rers hand,
Strangely unnerv'd as he were thunder struck,
Or fearing death for what he undertook,
Nor life nor death was in the slaves command.
It was not fear,
When drawn so near,
Nor ought but an impulse of Heav'n,
That secretly did to his bosome glide,
And check'd th'unruly rising Tide;
Which else—
Had to an universal Shipwrack driv'n.
Heav'n does fore-see
Ills meant by thee,
And gives thee still a little scope;
But once arriv'd, and just to period come,
He pashes all the wiles contriv'd in Rome,
And nips 'em in the Bud of hope.
But you unweary'd still
Contrive to kill,
Though all your Machinations fail;
As who should say,
In spight
Of Heav'n I will with Murther play,
Till all be Chaos, and eternal night.
Thus hardned Pharaoh did obdure remain,
Till he and all his host at once were slain.
Nor threats, nor prayers, nor any thing that's civil,
Can mollify the heart of so much evil:
Hard as an Adamant, and nerv'd with steel,
Fiber'd with flint that can no softness feel,
Is all the Mass, nay, th'Composition heart
Is as much Rock as any other part.
What hopes t'allay its fury then remains,
But that by force we break the Iron chain?
'Tis force must do it, force must Crown the end,
And the whole business doth on that depend,
To chase an open foe, and bloody friend.
Can mollify the heart of so much evil:
Hard as an Adamant, and nerv'd with steel,
Fiber'd with flint that can no softness feel,
Is all the Mass, nay, th'Composition heart
Is as much Rock as any other part.
What hopes t'allay its fury then remains,
But that by force we break the Iron chain?
'Tis force must do it, force must Crown the end,
And the whole business doth on that depend,
To chase an open foe, and bloody friend.
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