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 XXX. The Writings found in the Meal-tub.
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Emblem XXX. The Writings found in the Meal-tub.
When once your Plots in Womens laps are thrown,
'Tis the last Gasp Rome fetches for a Crown.
'Tis the last Gasp Rome fetches for a Crown.
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Therefore will I also deal in my fury, my eyes shall not
spare, neither will I have pity; and though they cry
in my ears with a loud voice, yet will I not hear them.
EZEK. Chap. 8. v. 18.
There was a day when from the holy See,
A grand Commission sign'd for villany,
Was sent to Britain: at the strange debate,
Were all the Cheats of Rome, to nominate
Able Conspirators to drive on the Trade,
Whilst he another prompted to invade.
Not doubting the effects, they onwards steer,
And find, or send a Crowd of Traytors here.
After the scourge of Heav'n, the Plague, had swept
The City clean, the Vipers hither crept;
Got Salamander-like so near the Crown,
They quickly burnt its Royal City down:
With this great Mischief they not yet content,
Promote a way to alter Government;
Brought Slaves to Plot against the Sov'raignty,
That the dull fools might rule by Anarchy.
But the Egg's found the Cockatrice had laid,
And all the Plot's unravel'd and betraid.
The misled Traytors to their Deaths are hurl'd,
Poor, easie Fools, and popp'd out of the world.
This device blasted, Rome a while lay still,
Thought 'twas not safe as yet to treat us ill.
But the huge Clamour and the Hubbub done,
She falls again into Projection;
Concludes to lay our Suburbs waste by Fire,
That they in flames, like London, might expire.
And 'twas not long after the train was laid,
But Southwark to their fury was betraid.
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Were visited with flames, as they before.
Out of these ruines Rome her Coffers cram'd,
And paid most nobly for those Souls it damn'd.
Having demolish'd these, the Tyrant said,
Now let's begin our Plot against the Head.
'Twas soon Debated, and without dispute,
They as soon promis'd they would Execute.
The Dagger's Consecrate, the Hand rais'd, ev'n
Ready to strike, and send a King to Heav'n.
But the Eternal from his blest Abode
Look'd down, with all the Mercies of a God;
Stopping the bloudy hand of greedy Fate,
And dash'd their Treasons ere it was too late;
Did in our Monarch's stead the Traytors harm,
And with one stroak broke all their mighty Charm:
Brought the Conspirators and Friends of Rome
T'eternal Exile, and eternal Doom:
Brought 'em to shame in the Catastrophe,
As he will all that strike at Monarchy.
Heav'n that reserv'd this happiness in store,
Gave us not this, to give us then no more;
Fed us not once with universal Joy,
To curse us soon, and quickly to destroy:
For bliss thus giv'n, and snatch'd away in haste,
The Pain is greater for the Pleasure past.
To be Repriev'd, and to prolong our Breath,
Only to plague us by a lingring Death,
Is past the burthen of that man to bear,
Who hourly is distracted with his fear.
Therefore till Heav'n our Reasons do direct
To lop those Cedars down it did detect;
With Pannick Fear and strange Convulsions we
Must still expect the Romish Tyranny,
Unless well guarded by Divinity.
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