A new Protestant Litany.
From the Race of Ignatius, and all their Colleagues;
From all the base Counsels of Bougres and Teagues,
And from Popery rampant, and all her Intrigues,
Libera nos Domine.
From Cobweb-Lawn-Charters, from sham-freedom Banters;
Our Liberty-Keepers, and new Gospel-Planters,
In the trusty kind hands of our great Quo Warranters,
Libera nos, &c.
From High-Court Commissions to Rome to rejoin us;
From a Rhadamanth Chancellor, the Western Judg Minos,
Made Head of our Church by new Jure Divinos,
Libera nos, &c.
From our great Test Records, cut out into Thrums;
From Waste-paper Laws, us'd with Pasties and Plums,
Magna Charta, Magna Farta, made Fodder for Bums,
Libera nos, &c.
From a new-found stone Doublet, to the old Sleeve of Lawn,
And all to make room for the Popelander Spawn,
To see a Babe born thro Bed-Curtains close drawn,
Libera nos, &c.
From resolving to-night where to lie in to-morrow,
And from cunning Back-door to let Midwife thorow,
Eight Months full grown Man-child born without Pang or Sorrow,
Libera nos, &c.
From a Godfather Pope to the Heir of a Throne;
From three Christian Names to one Sirname unknown,
With a Tyler Milch Nurse now the Mother's Milk's gone,
Libera nos, &c.
From Gun-Powder Bonfires, all turn'd out of play,
Not a poor Window-Candle dare to give a stol'n Ray,
But all kept reserv'd for great Simnel's Birth-day,
Libera nos, &c.
From Dad Petre Pilots at the Helm to befriend us,
With all Hands that Pope, Turk, or Devil can lend us;
And eke from a second Queen Bess to defend us,
Libera nos, &c.
From Nuncio's from Rome to consult how to drub
The Protestant Hydra by our Hercules' Club;
And a Warming-Pan Plot, worse than Cellier's Meal-Tub,
Libera nos, &c.
From old hundred of thousand Pound Fines underrated;
Russel's Head for his Common-House Votes elevated,
And Essex's Razor at Rome consecrated,
Libera nos, &c.
From Sampson-Cord Oaths snapt asunder with Ease;
From no Faith in Man; Coleman's Mouth with a squeeze
Stopt to tell no more Tales of Father La Chaise,
Libera nos, &c.
From old Dunkirk sold for a Song and a Dance,
The Protestant long design'd Cause to advance,
By most Christian Reformers, the Dragoons of France,
Libera nos, &c.
From supporting our Church A-la-mode Magdalano,
From Mahomet Monsieur, our new Lord Sultano,
And from English Pipes turn'd to French Fistul' in ano,
Libera nos, &c.
From Tyrconnel's Bogtrotters, at the old Trade of Throat-cutting;
From new conqu'ring Ireland for the English old Footing,
And from Sacrament Oaths of North Heresy rooting,
Libera nos, &c.
From Judges with Empson and Dudley's Infection;
From Knaves in Fools-Coats, by infallible Direction,
Raising Heretick Armies for the Roman Protection,
Libera nos, &c.
From threescore thousand Crowns, under Planet Malignant,
Giv'n Loretto's great Lady, that famous Heav'n Regnant,
To purchase no more than a poor Cushion pregnant,
Libera nos, &c.
