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Say me, of gadding, whispring, and of reall Papists, who
Wish not that Romes Palladium might as Greekes to Troy Here doe?
Nay, which of most the Popes their deeds, in Paratie, did touch
Of these vsurped Sur-names (Names purporting vertue much)
As Clement, Pius, Benedict, with Boniface, and such?
The Contrary in these and their blind Dogmatists is true:
Witnes Guy Faux his god-curst Taske set by a Pope-blist Crew.
But thy Name, Faux, apts Latinlie vnto thy Nature bad:
Saue pitie more euen Tigers iawes haue than thy blood-thirst had.
France, Belgick, Spaine, Cis-Trans-Alpine, had they against vs arm'd,
All they in this vnited Isle had (if at all) lesse harm'd,
(For euen a Conquest, though it much addes, alters, and ablates,
To, in, and from, a vassald State, not howbeit vn-States)
Than this one Viper in his Denne, by one vnthought of blow,
Hels stratagemous Quintessence, Romes selfe-created Foe:
For henceforth who, not senselesse, to her Oracle will goe?
Those all, I say; yea all the worlds ioynt Armour neuer had,
Or could they would they barbarously haue bin so ruthlesse bad,
As in a trice had been perform'd by Faux, abetted by
Conspirators, more odious than their names to shame can dye.
Yea, but that Prouender them prickt, by some that might haue said,
Soule take thine Ease, here vp in store enough for thee is laid.
But Gold, I trow, would be a God it gathereth so of Stile:
To be a Noble, Soueraigne, nor an Angel, worth the while.
Like to which Climaxie of Coyne wealth eleuates the minde
To tract of Greatnesse, till mongst men be Lucifers declinde.
Besides a many Innocents, not aim'd at or remorsed,
His Maiesties, Queenes, Of-springs breathes from their sweet bodies forced,
The Prelacie, Nobilitie, States-men, and State betraide,
None to consult, none to commaund, obey, or be obeyde,
Protestants, Papists, Puritanes, and Atheists by the eares,
All in Confusion, Rapines, blood, in horror, Schismes, and feares,
How many vnprepared Soules in that one tragick Blast
Had, vnrepentant, what car'd Rome to whom or whither past?
That Parlament, that should haue blist an hopefull Vnion here
Twixt English and the Scots, had left nor Vnion, King, nor Peere,
Nor of the royall Impes, nor whom, but better had been dead
Than to haue seene those miseries that Massacre had bread:
A Massacre? nay vilder than affining Terme is read.
Nor had those Diuels themselues sped as their Proiect had decreed,
Whilst Britaine had a Christian, and that Christian blood to bleed:
Nor any (if no Papist) though Mahumatist, or Iew,
Or morall Idolist had brookt such irreligious View,
Nor Forren State, or Potentate, the Pope respecting lesse
Than Gods law, lawes of Nature, and of Nations to transgresse:
Or, doubtlesse, had selfe-Butcherie amongst those Butchers bin,
Like Wolues in sharing Praies, so God abhors such bloodie sinne:
Through whō, themselues that dig'd for vs the Pit are falne therin.
Romes Neros-fire, Guyse-Massacre, Herods Act, Hamons Minde,
Our Iohn, French Henrie murdred, moe, nor any in that kinde,
Pagan, nor Popish Crueltie here Parallel can finde:
For blood and sower designes so farre beyond Example all,
As Children now, when they be men, beleeue it hardly shall.
Then, Britons, whē ye blesse your Babes, mixt may your blessings be
With this, that they take Caution that did Papisme thus decree:
Whence true Tradition of the Fruit may blanch thē frō the Tree.
Yea, let them listen, lothingly, what Iesuites propound
Gainst Kings & States, perfidiously t'aduāce their Triple crownd:
For which, euen Atheisme (theirs except) disclaimeth any ground.
Yet out of Practice, Purpose, Terme, and None it to relate
May be that diulish Doctrine whence they now Equiuocate.
For we may vouch our Age to haue begotten two such Twinnes,
That Manual meant, This Mental brocht, as comprehend all Sinnes.
To Gangrens as Decision fits (the sooner better) so
This Latters Breath choake at its Birth, that else wil monstrous grow.
When Hercules was preacht a God to so Beleeuers, it
Was taxt a needlesse Doctrine: But this Loore-Strife more vnfit,
Sith Romes Amphibologie faults to Trust, Religion, wit:
Of Paganisme, yea Atheisme hist, deriued from Hels Pit.
The fabled Satyre came to dine, but when his hoste for Colde
Did blow his Nayles, his Pottage too for heate, not stay he would,
Disparitie from one same Breath, him scathed to behould.
Tongues-Othes, Harts-Thoughts, Disiūctiues, by a Mētal reseruatiō,
What Lawes, whose life or State secure, should such not be Nugation?
Such cannot be of God, therefore it selfe cannot but kill,
When trulie falslie sworne doth sinne, yea Good that tracts of Ill.
No Beasts, of whom but selfe-Repose to be disturbd is feard,
Will suffer that amongst them this bigenderd Beast shall heard.
Absurdities vncontrouerst, as silenst then let goe:
It prouds a Schismatick when him disputes a learned foe.
But, Infants-now, by yee be men, or might it ye shall liue,
An vniuersall Hate is hopte to Rome an End shall giue:
Hate? and an End right iusticed against that purple Whore:
My soule for yours, if hers you hate, and shall imbrace our Lore.
Wise is he that spake wisely thus the veritie in this,
The Mysterie of Iniquitie in perfect Papisme is.
Amongst a many Instancies, the vgliest was this Plot,
Preuented earst miraculously: nor be the meanes forgot.

Mount-Eagle (than that Names-birth, Gods preordinance more Strange
In that darkt loue, meant sole to thee, such Prodigies should change)
Mount Eagle thine as high a pitch as Prince-bird of thy kinde
Did euer, and thy loyaltie liue in the Lions minde:
Whose great-grand-Mothers Father too, Birds of thy feather foūd
That, chiefly, thrown'd him in his Right, a Tyrāt then dis-crownd,
For which, long ciuil warres so ceast, and this, should al confound,
But God vsde thee a counter-meanes, rests England deeply bound
To theirs and thine auspitious Bird, still to its Scepter sound.