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 XXVIII. Mr. Dangerfield discovering more of the Plot to my Lord Mayor.
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Emblem XXVIII. Mr. Dangerfield discovering more of the Plot to my Lord Mayor.
They round the Labyrinth with a Clue are led,But loose their way in loosing of the Thred.
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He taketh the wise in their own craftiness, and the Counsel of the froward is carried headlong?
JOB, Chap. 5. v. 13.
Now
Rome you may
Give ore the day,
And cease to fight against such odds;
But better fly
With Infamy
Before the Champion of the Gods.
Your Leaders lost, and your great men made prize,
Makes an addition to our Victories:
Behold how all,
Conscious of your black Crimes, do from you fall.
Those which remain,
With fear are slain,
Or else in dark Recesses move,
Like those of Hell
That Rebels fell,
And dare not look to'rds joys above.
Rob'd of the pleasure of our blest abode,
They shrink like Satan at the Name of God.
Such black and monstrous forms their Crimes do wear,
They dare not own the Titles they should bear.
Like Thieves asham'd of their ill-gotten prize,
They quite disown they ere did Idolize.
But man howere
Obdure,
Must something fear,
When out of hopes of care
Though by Enchantment he's so senceless made,
To have the outward part of man betray'd.
Yet sure to reconcile th'Immortal Soul,
You should unbosome all, though nere so soul.
Perhaps 'tis rare
To court despair,
And by a Pope to be thus sham'd;
As if the Bliss
In Hell were this,
And endless pleasure to be damn'd.
Thus led by th'nose your selves you do betray,
And put your Candle out to groap i'th'day.
Had you not better be
A happy Proselyte,
Than serve an Enemy
That leads you to Eternal night?
To be a Convert where the Cause is evil,
Is th'onely way you have to plague the Devil.
Consult in time,
And shun the Crime,
Shun the delusive Charms of Rome:
Be not confin'd,
Nor with a fatal willingness be blind;
But leave that unrelenting Churches doom:
Cease to be Bats,
Half Owls, half Cats,
And in the Galaxy for ever move:
A Bird of day,
That scorns to prey
On any thing, but feasts in love.
Take then the proffer'd Grace, and cease to be
To Heaven and Earth an Enemy.
Snatch at the Mercies offer'd by a Crown,
Before the fatal draught doth sink you down.
Give ore the day,
And cease to fight against such odds;
But better fly
With Infamy
Before the Champion of the Gods.
Your Leaders lost, and your great men made prize,
Makes an addition to our Victories:
Behold how all,
Conscious of your black Crimes, do from you fall.
Those which remain,
With fear are slain,
Or else in dark Recesses move,
Like those of Hell
That Rebels fell,
And dare not look to'rds joys above.
Rob'd of the pleasure of our blest abode,
They shrink like Satan at the Name of God.
Such black and monstrous forms their Crimes do wear,
They dare not own the Titles they should bear.
Like Thieves asham'd of their ill-gotten prize,
They quite disown they ere did Idolize.
But man howere
Obdure,
Must something fear,
When out of hopes of care
Though by Enchantment he's so senceless made,
To have the outward part of man betray'd.
Yet sure to reconcile th'Immortal Soul,
You should unbosome all, though nere so soul.
Perhaps 'tis rare
To court despair,
And by a Pope to be thus sham'd;
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In Hell were this,
And endless pleasure to be damn'd.
Thus led by th'nose your selves you do betray,
And put your Candle out to groap i'th'day.
Had you not better be
A happy Proselyte,
Than serve an Enemy
That leads you to Eternal night?
To be a Convert where the Cause is evil,
Is th'onely way you have to plague the Devil.
Consult in time,
And shun the Crime,
Shun the delusive Charms of Rome:
Be not confin'd,
Nor with a fatal willingness be blind;
But leave that unrelenting Churches doom:
Cease to be Bats,
Half Owls, half Cats,
And in the Galaxy for ever move:
A Bird of day,
That scorns to prey
On any thing, but feasts in love.
Take then the proffer'd Grace, and cease to be
To Heaven and Earth an Enemy.
Snatch at the Mercies offer'd by a Crown,
Before the fatal draught doth sink you down.
Vast are the blessings of a tender King,
When Life and Death before his Eyes you bring.
Though Death doth turn the beam, and sink the scale,
His Mercies still above their Crimes prevail.
This makes the unrelenting Romans be
Undaunted, and run on in Treachery.
The Sythes of Time can never Mow them down,
But still the bloody Earth-born brethren rise,
And justle like th'Apostates for a Crown,
Who met instead ten thousand miseries.
The way t'expel this Vip'rous bloody Race,
Is to grub up the Roots which sprout so fast,
And cast'em from you to perpetual fire,
Where as unworthy they may all Expire.
When Life and Death before his Eyes you bring.
Though Death doth turn the beam, and sink the scale,
His Mercies still above their Crimes prevail.
This makes the unrelenting Romans be
Undaunted, and run on in Treachery.
The Sythes of Time can never Mow them down,
But still the bloody Earth-born brethren rise,
And justle like th'Apostates for a Crown,
Who met instead ten thousand miseries.
The way t'expel this Vip'rous bloody Race,
Is to grub up the Roots which sprout so fast,
And cast'em from you to perpetual fire,
Where as unworthy they may all Expire.
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