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 XXV.
Reading taking off Mr. Bedloes Evidence.
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Emblem XXV. Reading taking off Mr. Bedloes Evidence.
New Plots require new Measures, these new Men,
Who move in hopes to heave it up again;
And though more silently they still design,
We've yet an Engineer to find the Mine.
Who move in hopes to heave it up again;
And though more silently they still design,
We've yet an Engineer to find the Mine.
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For thy mouth uttereth thine Iniquity, and thou choosest the tongue of the crafty.
JOB, Chap. 15. v. 5.
What shrub is this that Rome hath sent
To undermine the Government?
A lump of Aches, Cramps, and Gout,
A thing so ram'd
And doubly cram'd
With ill,
Death will not find him out,
Nor cares to kill.
A kisk just fitted up for boys,
A thing that only makes a noise
To please the Babe, who thinks its force destroys.
He's so unworthy of the name of man,
'Twould to the Race
Bring such disgrace,
All will deny themselves that can.
Has Rome which kept this pudder, has Romes Father
Sent us an empty bladder, bubble rather,
Compos'd of Soap and water forc'd to fly,
And strives to reach the Region of the sky?
But the first gust it meets
I'th' first carreer,
The empty nothing greets,
And sends it here,
Where to its being nothing it retires,
And glorious nothing, nothing much admires.
Such is the paultry thing that Rome
So lately sent,
To circumvent
And keep her Ministers from doom.
This is that picture drawn on each mans dore,
That hopes the Conquest of th'insulting Whore.
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To be a Traytor on his dying bed?
As an old thief that lately lost his Eyes,
And was inform'd of a most glorious prize,
Will venter, though he to the thest is led;
So this grave Lawer's brought with small ado,
To groap the business out for th'holy crew.
A thing so wan,
A purblind-man
At a high noon might gaze him through.
He's in a word a shadow on a clout,
And only fit for boys to kick about.
But mark th'effect, this aged zealous fool
Is caught, and sent amongst the rest to School;
He's stricter guarded than the satned rout,
For fear the crawling Insect should get out:
At length this thing's to be in publick shown,
But moves in imitation of a droan;
But now he's come
To suffer, yet not reach at Martyrdome.
The Executioner 'tis thought
Knew for what business he was thither brought,
Knew the Law reach'd not at the villains life,
And therefore was within himself at strife,
Whether or no he durst put in his head,
He look'd already so like one half dead.
His fear perswaded him he soon should find;
The body drop, and leave the head behind.
These things consider'd, he most gently bow'd,
And made the Ape a scandal to the crowd.
Incessant still? can nothing curb the mind,
Or is it totally on blood design'd?
What various ways and crooked paths you choose
To sin, and labour 'cause you sain would loose.
So often soyl'd, and yet the stubborn will
Is rather apter to take hold on ill.
If ill examples do to Vices lead,
And those once follow'd find a spurious head,
A diabolick Patron to the crowd,
Of heynous sins that are by him allow'd,
How can those Graduates in Rebellion be
But branded with the name of infamy;
When their great Patron in the end they I find
Is an Apostate to betray Mankind!
Or is it totally on blood design'd?
What various ways and crooked paths you choose
To sin, and labour 'cause you sain would loose.
So often soyl'd, and yet the stubborn will
Is rather apter to take hold on ill.
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And those once follow'd find a spurious head,
A diabolick Patron to the crowd,
Of heynous sins that are by him allow'd,
How can those Graduates in Rebellion be
But branded with the name of infamy;
When their great Patron in the end they I find
Is an Apostate to betray Mankind!
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