Withers Redevivus In a Small New-Years-Gift, Pro Rege et Grege: And to His Royal Highness the Prince of Orange. Wherein is a Most Strange and Wonderful Plot, lately found out and Discovered. And Recommended to all the Imposing Members of the Church of England, to be by them acted, as part of their last Lent Confession. Viz. To all Roman Catholick Priests and Jesuits of Persecuting Principles and Profession. With the Arraignment and Tryal of Innocent the XIth. Present Pope of Rome. Refused last Lent to be Licensed, by reason of the Matter therein contained. By T. P. |
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The Imposing Members of the Church of England,
part of their Last Lent Confession, as then
recommended to be made by them, viz.
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The Imposing Members of the Church of England, part of their Last Lent Confession, as then recommended to be made by them, viz.
To all Roman Catholick Priests and Jesuits, of Persecuting Principles and Profession.
I
Come, let us Sing, God Save our King,From all your hopeful Crew;
Could we once more, but Guard our Shore
From such Bold Priests as you,
Oh! then we will, use all our Skill,
At once to make us Free:
Noncons we'll Court, to spoil your Sport,
Then surely down go Ye.
II
And since we find, those Men Inclin'd,To give us all Remission;
This time of Lent, before all Spent,
VVe'll make our fair Confession;
And never more, as heretofore,
Run straying like lost Sheep,
VVhich do not know, what way to go,
Nor the right Path to keep.
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III
VVe will begin, with our great Sin,VVe mean the Penal Laws,
'Gainst those who were, our Brethren Dear,
And for the self same Cause
As we do own, and have it Shown
Of late to their Contents;
Therefore we will, no more speak Ill
Of them to Parliaments.
IV
Though for push pins, and such small things,VVe were so stiff and stout,
Like young School-boyes, who fight for Toies,
And so we got this Rout.
If we had but, Dissentes Put
VVith us in equal Right;
In spite of Fate, and all Rome's Hate,
You never could us Bite.
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But we were All, both great and Small,Resolv'd those Men to Slur,
And at the last, riding so Fast,
VVe lost our Rippon Spur,
And by that loss, you did us Cross,
VVhen we in full Carier,
And by our lengths, you found our strengths,
And cut off all our Hair.
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VI
A Milk white Steed, true York-shire Breed,With Resolution brave,
Did lead you out, with Courage Stout,
Despised Whigs to save;
And by his Art, you got the Start
Of our whole Tribe of Gad,
Who now in Swarms, pull in their Horns,
And Swear we were all Mad.
VII
Though to our shame, we were to blame,To use those Men so Gross,
VVhen you Prevail, your Roman Flail
VVill treat them ten times worse:
And therefore they, so often Pray
To be deliver'd from
Our English Rods, but more by Odds,
From your Boon-fires of Rome.
VIII
An Instance brave, of this we have,At our next Neighbour's Door,
VVe'll ask them first, which they will Trust,
A Jesuit or a Whore.
Their Answer shall, now serve us All,
Their Verdict we will take;
They say the first, if we shall trust,
VVill make our Hearts to Ake.
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IX
We say again, could we obtainThat Power we have lost;
We would no more, run on that Score
To poor Dissenters Cost.
Since we do hear (what some much Fear)
That Edict from White-hall;
As most Men say, will make them Pay
Both Use and Principal.
X
There's one of Fame, bears his own shame,With much Regret we hear;
Because his Trust, re-fund he must
A whisking large Arrear.
Which neither we, nor you could see
Should ever come to pass:
This was a stretch, above our reach,
And sure from Heaven it was.
XI
A Judgment Just, confess we must,Is now come on our Heads;
And therefore now, a while must Bowe
To Crosses and to Beads.
We kiss the Rod, but when our God
Shall take off all his Birch;
Dissenters shall, no more us call
A Persecuting Church.
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XII
And we confess, we could you Bless,With many happy dayes,
In this our Land, by his great Hand,
Who now the Scepter Swayes.
If this won't Please, to give you Ease,
But you must Rule Likewise,
We must Forbear, such Birds to Rear,
As will pluck out your Eyes.
XIII
And to be Plain, in the last Reign,'Twas all you did Require,
But now we see, not Liberty,
But Rule is your Desire:
If so, take heed, your Royal Steed
Do not at last Deceive you;
Should he once drop, all your fair Crop
Of Friends would surely leave you.
XIV
Then take advice, be not too Nice,In what you do demand,
To save your Bones, and all your Stones,
Is great in this our Land:
If this you crave, you may it have,
By Magna Charta Right;
If you ask more, your Roman Power,
Is still working by Night.
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XV
Which we in time, must Countermine,And now's the time or never;
Should we it miss, your Rods in Piss
Will ruine us for ever.
We value not, what you can Plot,
In our great Princes Reign;
But after here, may one appear,
And of King Pharaoh's Train.
XVI
Who did not know, nor would he show,To Joseph or his Race;
What the same Line, before his time,
Had done with so much Grace;
Like to our King, who the same thing
Now acts with open Face,
To those who were, in Bondage here,
Under our Jehu Race.
XVII
Therefore we must, not put our Trust,In any Mortals Hand,
Unless we sure, he could endure,
For ever to command.
But this no Man, in Reason can
Believe it from his Heart;
Therefore we will, use our best Skill,
Least you should get the Start.
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XVIII
And thus you see, how Frank and FreeWe are in our Confession;
We pray that you, the same will do,
You have the King's Permission;
Who doth Declare, so Just and Fair
To all the World, that he
Will give to All, both Great and Small,
True Christian Liberty.
XIX
This act alone, we needs must ownUnto our Prince's Praise;
That by this Plot, himself hath Got
The Everlasting Baies:
That when to Dust, submit he must
His Crown but Transitory;
His Soul then shall, in Heav'ns White-hall
Enjoy Eternal Glory.
XX
And we do hope, your future PopeMolino's part will take;
As once did this, such Rods in Piss
VVill make you Jesuits Quake.
For surely this, most fatal is
To all Rome's special Fry;
Some Jesuits here, so much it Fear,
They Curse him bitterly.
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XXI
And sayes he Dotes, like Doctor Oates,Though others are more kind;
VVho Swear by Pan, that Holy Man
To Virtue is Inclin'd:
Should this take Root, your Cloven Foot
A short time would Discover;
And those that have, been long your Slave,
To Truth will be brought over.
XXII
VVe wish we may, but see this day.In our Great Prince's Reign;
Should he once find, you did him Blind,
He'd blow up all your Train;
Then you your Flight, must take by Night
As some Poor Creatures do;
VVhen from some hollow Tree they flee,
And cry, Next Oars, Hoop, Hoo.
XXIII
Yatchs then will be, we do Foresee,Most excellent Bee-hives,
To save your Drones, and precious Stones,
As well as all your Lives:
And happy Man, that then but can
Be first within their Sides;
Captains look out, be not too Stout,
Take all to save their Hides.
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XXIV
And so Farewell, we'll ring your Knell,From off our British Isle,
When your new Plots, by Priests and Sots,
Turn Cross instead of Pile.
And may your Shams, and base Trappans,
To worry Innocent Sheep,
With all your Train, that pass the Main,
Never more cross the Deep.
XXV
Then we will Sing, God Save our King,From such a hopefull Crew,
Who never leave, till they deceive
Both Prince and People too.
And since we must, to him be Just,
VVho saith your Priests are Wise;
Our Answer's this, don't take't amiss,
That by Saint George he L**s.
XXVI
VVe know this well, and can you tell,VVithout a Doctor's Fee;
VVhatever Church, makes use of Birch,
Are Fools we plainly see;
To say no more, you have a Score
To pay as well as we;
And when our Cup, we have drank up,
Your Church may drink the Lee.
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Confess as we have done,
That you no more, will play the Whore,
And so prevent your Doom.
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