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<HEAD>A COMMENTATION <HI>On the late wonderful Di&s;covery</HI> OF THE New Popi&s;h PLOT, Being the Je&s;uites Diabolick. Device to Inveagle the Son to betray the Father.</HEAD>
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<L>IN &s;pite of Fate, the Je&s;uite like the Devil</L>
<L>To the Worlds end mu&s;t &s;till be doing Evil:</L>
<L>Plotting his Nature is, and he doth think</L>
<L>To mi&s;chief Hereticks, is meat and drink.</L>
<L>Tho God his Vengeance on their plots hath &s;hown</L>
<L>And by his mighty Hand has them or'e thrown,</L>
<L>They &s;till again&s;t all Mercy &s;hut their Eyes,</L>
<L>And will new Mi&s;cheif, and new plots devi&s;e.</L>
<L>What is it that the&s;e Devils doe not dare</L>
<L>To Act; for God nor Nature doe they Care,</L>
<L>True Labourers, unweariable &s;till,</L>
<L>In plotting mi&s;cheif, and in doeing ill.</L>
<L>Whence Comes their plots, Can any mortal tell?</L>
<L>If not from the <HI>Divan</HI> that's held in Hell,</L>
<L>Wko&s;e black re&s;ults are by evil &s;pirits &s;ent</L>
<L>To th' Je&s;uites, the Devils In&s;trument;</L>
<L>Who with much plea&s;ure and indu&s;try go</L>
<L>To Act the mi&s;chief they had hatch'd below.</L>
<L>Tho their She Champion had but ill &s;uece&s;s,</L>
<L>And had a devilish &s;queeze got in the pre&s;s</L>
<L>Tho &s;he who midwifes Trade well under&s;tood.</L>
<L>Mi&s;carried with her bladders Cram'd with blood,</L>
<L>Yet they, like <HI>Antheus</HI> who new &s;trength &s;till found,</L>
<L>Each time that He was flung unto the Ground,</L>
<L>For all the&s;e falls, new Life and &s;trength do gather,</L>
<L>And plot to make the &s;on betray his Father</L>
<L>Thus again&s;t Nature they dare make their way</L>
<L>And urge a Son his Father to betray,</L>
<L>Thus for the Cau&s;e to Such Extreams they run</L>
<L>To hang the Innoent Father by the Son.</L>
<L>Horrid! if this Je&s;uites Religion be</L>
<L>I &s;till will put it in my Letanie</L>
<L>From Such Religion Lord deliver me.</L>
<L>The fir&s;t true plot, &s;till &s;ticks within their Maw,</L>
<L>Which they with all their Arts off ne'r will Claw,</L>
<L>Tho &s;ince that time they Kept &s;o fowl a &s;tir,</L>
<L>And thought to fling it on the Presbyter,</L>
<L>Tho God their Arts &s;o planely did Con&s;ound</L>
<L>When Waller did the Mealtubs bottom &s;ound.</L>
<L>A new plot now from Hell it &s;elf they &s;prung,</L>
<L>To lay the old on Dr. <HI>Oates</HI> and Tongue;</L>
<L>And the poor &s;on is made an In&s;trumnt,</L>
<L>To Swear the Father did the plot Invent.</L>
<L>To &s;end the Son they to the devil ment,</L>
<L>God touch'd his Heart and made him to Repent,</L>
<L>And on a Suddain Cut their we<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> of Sin,</L>
<L>And turn'd them loo&s;e Some more &s;trange Plots to &s;pin</L>
<L>Ere it be long we &s;hall more plainly See</L>
<L>Who the&s;e damn'd <HI>Machivilian</HI> Plotters be,</L>
<L>Not Priest or &s;e&s;uites all, I am afraid,</L>
<L>Some lay men will be found in Ma&s;querade:</L>
<L>who rather then their Arts &s;hall not prevail,</L>
<L>Will &s;toop to wipe clean madam Celliers Tail</L>
<L>And at the &s;ame time again&s;t <HI>Baxter</HI> rail.</L>
<L>Never &s;ince fir&s;t our happy Reformation</L>
<L>Did Pope or Je&s;uite So be&s;tride our Nation,</L>
<L>They hop'b by th' Engli&s;h Fleeces to grow Rich</L>
<L>Finding the &s;heep had got a Popi&s;h Itch,</L>
<L>But we yet hope, the aproaching Parliament</L>
<L>Will find &s;ome way th' Infection to prevent,</L>
<L>That this Di&s;ea&s;e &s;o very lately bred,</L>
<L>May now among the Flock no farther Spread,</L>
<L>But Father Pope and his indu&s;trious Tools</L>
<L>who are no dreaming or unthinking Fools;</L>
<L>With Wondrous Indu&s;ty, and Pollitick Care-</L>
<L>Fore&s;ee, and 'gain&s;t the Evil would prepare</L>
<L>A new full Mi&s;&s;ion to their prie&s;ts they grant,</L>
<L>With to' Each a promi&s;e he &s;hall be a &s;aint,</L>
<L>Who &s;warming here like Gho&s;ts our Cities haunt</L>
<L>Where privatly in &s;everal &s;hapes they lurk,</L>
<L>Doeing their Father Pope and devils work'</L>
<L>More dreadfull to us then either Jew or Turk'</L>
<L>But our wi&s;e Prince, whom they would fain remove,</L>
<L>Has to the Nation &s;hew'd his Care, and love</L>
<L>In's royall Edicts, and his &s;trict Command,</L>
<L>To keep &s;uch dangerous Vermine from the Land.</L>
<L>Ah happy England happy thou wilt be,</L>
<L>When we no popi&s;h Prie&s;t in Thee can See,</L>
<L>And the Reformed all as one agree.</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>T. Addams.</HI> 1680.</P>
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