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<HEAD>THE MUSES FIRE-WORKS Upon the Fifth of November: OR, The Prote&s;tants Remembrancer OF THE Bloody De&s;igns of the Papi&s;ts in the Never-to-be-forgotten Powder-Plot, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HAil happy hour, wherein that Helli&s;h Plot</L>
<L>Was found, Which, had it pro&s;per'd, might have &s;hot</L>
<L>At the Cele&s;tial Throne; at who&s;e dread &s;troke</L>
<L><HI>Atlas</HI> had reel'd, and both the Poles had &s;hoke:</L>
<L>And <HI>Tellus</HI> (&s;ympathizing in the woe)</L>
<L>Had felt an Ague and a Fever too:</L>
<L>Hell-gates had been &s;et ope, to make men &s;ay,</L>
<L>S. <HI>Peter</HI>'s Vicar hath mi&s;took his Key.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Methinks I &s;ee a di&s;mal gloomy Cell,</L>
<L>The Lobby-Porch and Wicket unto Hell,</L>
<L>The Devil's Shop, where great had been his Prize,</L>
<L>Had he prevail'd to make his Wares to Ri&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Say, gentle Drawer, were they Ca'ks of Beer?</L>
<L>Or was old <HI>Bacchus</HI> tunn'd and firkin'd there?</L>
<L>Nay, then the Pope's turn'd Vintner: Friends, behold</L>
<L>What mortal Liquour's at the Mitre fold!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fire-&s;pewing <HI>Aetna</HI> with good cau&s;e may fear</L>
<L>That her Di&s;temper &s;prings from too much Beer:</L>
<L>And old <HI>Enceladus</HI> may well confe&s;s</L>
<L>That all his Belching's caus'd by Drunkenne&s;s.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Had wretched <HI>Dives</HI> begg'd a Drop of this,</L>
<L>To allay his heat, the Fool had ask'd ami&s;s:</L>
<L>His haple&s;s Rhet'rick might have done him wrong,</L>
<L>'Twould have tormented, not have coold his Tongue.</L>
<L>Had <HI>Heber</HI>'s Wife but known this Trick of thine,</L>
<L>She'd &s;par'd her Milk, and given the Captain Wine.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Strange, &s;ure, had been th' Effects; it would have &s;ped</L>
<L>Our lawful King and left the Pope in&s;tead.</L>
<L>Right Drunkenne&s;s indeed, which, for a &s;pace,</L>
<L>Steals Man away and leaves a Bea&s;t in's place.</L>
<L>'T had caus'd a general intoxication,</L>
<L>The &s;tag'ring, nay, the downfal of the Nation.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Oh murth'rous Plot! Po&s;terity &s;hall &s;ay,</L>
<L>His Holine&s;s ore&s;hoots <HI>Caligula.</HI></L>
<L>The Pope by this and &s;uch De&s;igns ('tis plain)</L>
<L>Out-Babels <HI>Nimrod</HI> and out-butchers <HI>Cain.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>About this time the brave <HI>M<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">unteagle,</HI> who&s;e</L>
<L>Firm love to his Religion rather cho&s;e</L>
<L>To break the Roman Yoke, than &s;ee the Reign</L>
<L>Of deceas'd <HI>Mary</HI> wheel about again,</L>
<L>Receiv'd a Letter in a dubious &s;ence,</L>
<L>It &s;eem'd a piece of Stygian Eloquence:</L>
<L>The Characters look'd ju&s;t like conj'ring Spells;</L>
<L>For this bout Hell here &s;poke in Parables.</L>
<L>The Pope's and Devil's Signets were &s;et to't,</L>
<L>The cloven Mitre and the cloven Foot.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But &s;hall our State by an unlook'd-for Blow</L>
<L>Receive a mortal Wound, and yet not know</L>
<L>The hand that &s;mote her? &s;hall &s;he &s;igh and cry,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Polyphemus,</HI> Out is quench'd mine Eye?</L>
<L>Is <HI>England</HI> by the angry Fates &s;ad Doom</L>
<L>Condemn'd to play at Hot-cockles with <HI>Rome:</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>No, Man of My&s;t'ries, no, we under&s;tand</L>
<L>Thy Gibb'ri&s;h, though thou art confounded, and</L>
<L>Have found thy meaning; Heav'n can read thy hand.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Thus were our Senate like to be betraid</L>
<L>By a &s;trange Egg which <HI>Peter</HI>'s Cock had laid:</L>
<L>For had the Serpent hatch'd it, the Device</L>
<L>Had prov'd to us a baneful Cockatrice.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Now like proud <HI>Haman</HI> being &s;tretch'd upon</L>
<L>The heightned Pegs of vain Ambition,</L>
<L>Above Pride's highe&s;t <HI>Ela,</HI> how he took</L>
<L>Poor <HI>Mordechal</HI>'s advancement, and could brook</L>
<L>Hanging in &s;tead of Honouring; that Cur&s;e</L>
<L>Which made him &s;et the Cart before the Hor&s;e:</L>
<L>Ju&s;t &s;uch was <HI>Faux,</HI> his baffled hopes bequeath</L>
<L>No comforts now, but thoughts of &s;udden Death.</L>
<L>Like <HI>Haman</HI>'s fate, he only could a&s;pire</L>
<L>To be advanced fifty Cubits higher.</L>
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<LG>
<L>What <HI>Phoebus</HI> &s;aid to th' Laurel, that &s;ure he</L>
<L>Said to the Gallows, <HI>Thou &s;halt be my Tree.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>But did&s;t thou think, thou mitred Man of <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>Who bellowe&s;t threatnings and thy dreadful Doom,</L>
<L>And like <HI>Perillus</HI> roare&s;t in thy Bull</L>
<L>Cur&s;es and Bla&s;phemies a Nation full,</L>
<L>At one &s;ad &s;troke to ma&s;&s;acree a Land,</L>
<L>And make them fall whom heav'n ordain'd to &s;tand.</L>
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<LG>
<L>No, though thy head was fire and thou could turn</L>
<L>Thy ten branch'd Antler to a Powder horn;</L>
<L>Still we are &s;afe, till our trangae&s;&s;ions merit</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> Reformation from &s;uch a Spirit</L>
<L><HI>As</HI> comes from thence: our Nation need not fear</L>
<L>Dark Lanterns, whil&s;t God's Candle&s;tick is here.</L>
<L>The Purple Whore may lay her Mantle by,</L>
<L>Until our Sins are of a Scarlet-dye.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Horns alone can &s;ound our overthrow,</L>
<L>And blow us up, which blew down <HI>Jericho,</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Chri&s;t ble&s;s this Kingdom from inte&s;tine quarrels;</L>
<L>From Schi&s;m in Tubs, and Popery in Barrels.</L>
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