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<HEAD>Dr. OTES his VINDICATION: AFFIRMING THAT His EVIDENCE is not to be bafled by the PAPISTS.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">AND SHEWING <HI>The</HI> Power <HI>that induced him to Di&s;cover this Damnable Helli&s;h Popi&s;h</HI> PLOT <HI>against the</HI> Prote&s;tant Religion.</HEAD>
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<L>WISDOM, the Fruitful Mother of all things,</L>
<L>The Virgin Bride of the great KING of Kings;</L>
<L>This Heavenly Lady, fir&s;t in&s;tructed Me,</L>
<L>To free my Country from <HI>Rome</HI>'s Tyranny.</L>
<L>The World is Blind, and they that Headlong run,</L>
<L>Without this G<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">id, are utterly undon.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t I was galloping a full Career,</L>
<L>A Glorious Angel did to me appear,</L>
<L><HI>Great Britaines Genius,</HI> in a mourning weed.</L>
<L>Glanc't in my Eye, which made my Heart to bleed.</L>
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<LG>
<L>CAn&s;t thou, quoth &s;he, behold thy Country's fall,</L>
<L>Into the Hands of evr'y <HI>Canibal?</HI></L>
<L>Devouring Dogs, who not content with Fleeces,</L>
<L>Do gape to grind both Fle&s;h and Bones to peices!</L>
<L>Who, under colour of fain'd Holine&s;s,</L>
<L>Would make poor <HI>Albion</HI> a meer Wilderne&s;s.</L>
<L><HI>Rome</HI> had her <HI>Titus,</HI> we in Story find,</L>
<L>Who was the full Delight of all Mankind:</L>
<L>Be like him than, 'tis not a time to play,</L>
<L>To do thy Country good, loo&s;e not a day:</L>
<L>Armies of Serpents &s;warm about her Ears,</L>
<L>Ready to be devoured by Wolves and Bears.</L>
<L>I have de&s;ign'd thee for this Noble Work,</L>
<L>Amon&s;t the&s;e Murderers no longer lurk.</L>
<L>What can&s;t thou &s;ee the Land where thou wa&s;t born,</L>
<L>Made the World's Laughter and the publick Scorn?</L>
<L>Thine aged Fathers reverend Snow-white Head,</L>
<L>With Fettered hands, to Execution led?</L>
<L>A Pander to thy Mother, mon&s;trous ba&s;e,</L>
<L>Thy Si&s;ter Strumpetted before thy face?</L>
<L>The Wife before her Husband's face defil'd?</L>
<L>Your Cattel plundered, and your Hou&s;es &s;poyl'd?</L>
<L>This Famous I&s;land top&s;y-turvy turn'd?</L>
<L>The Inhabitants all bani&s;hed or burn'd?</L>
<L>And thou thy &s;elf can&s;t not e&s;cape their Fury,</L>
<L>To take thy Life, they have &s;ummon'd up a Jury!</L>
<L>Behave thy &s;elf as wi&s;ely as you can,</L>
<L>'Tis Crime enough to be an <HI>Engli&s;hman.</HI></L>
<L>Thy Countrys peace and &s;afety will be thine,</L>
<L>With bloody Mon&s;ters, &s;ee thou do&s;t not joyn:</L>
<L>Be Wi&s;e and Valiant, nothing can di&s;tre&s;s thee,</L>
<L>Tho the Pope Cur&s;e, the Heaven of Heavens will ble&s;s thee.</L>
<L>To Conquer <HI>Canaan, I&s;rael</HI> &s;ent out Spies,</L>
<L>Be thou a <HI>Caleb</HI> in a low Di&s;gui&s;e;</L>
<L>To bring their Deeds of darkne&s;s to the Light,</L>
<L>With <HI>Canaanites</HI> be thou a <HI>Canaanite.</HI></L>
<L>In my wi&s;e School, I'le make thee a Refiner,</L>
<L>An Underminer of the Underminer:</L>
<L>The Fiends are putting forth with all their might</L>
<L>A Plot, deeper than Hell, darker than Night!</L>
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<LG>
<L>THe&s;e words did pierce my Soul, like a keen Arrow,</L>
<L>They glided through my Bones, and all my Mar|row.</L>
<L>I'le follow thy Advice, thus I reply,</L>
<L>Though Snakes and Adders in the way do ly.</L>
<L>The Dye is ca&s;t, I want no further Wooing,</L>
<L>And if I fall, I'le peri&s;h by well doing:</L>
<L>With an undaunted Courage I'le march on,</L>
<L>Till I have pa&s;t this River <HI>Rubicon.</HI></L>
<L>Like the brave <HI>Roman Cae&s;ar,</HI> lo, I &s;tand,</L>
<L>Though <HI>Rome</HI> encounter me by Sea and Land.</L>
<L>A <HI>Jo&s;hua</HI> to this Land, good News I bring:</L>
<L>A Faithful <HI>Mordecai</HI> unto my King:</L>
<L><HI>Romes</HI> &s;tinking Holine&s;s begins to Taint,</L>
<L>Where every Murderer is made a Saint.</L>
<L>Hold up thy head, <HI>Great Britain,</HI> thou &s;halt &s;ee</L>
<L>Accur&s;ed <HI>Haman</HI> hanging on a Tree:</L>
<L>This Re&s;olution in my mind did fall,</L>
<L>That for a time, I was not I at all!</L>
<L>The Fire of Love &s;o flamed in my Brea&s;t,</L>
<L>For <HI>Englands</HI> &s;afety I could take no re&s;t!</L>
<L>The Dove did &s;hine like a bright morning Sun,</L>
<L>And put the Murdering Dragon to the run:</L>
<L>The Lamb he was my Coun&s;ellor, who &s;aid,</L>
<L>Find out tho&s;e horrid Trea&s;ons that are laid</L>
<L>Again&s;t thy Native Soyl, who&s;e Funeral Bell</L>
<L>Is now rung-out by all the Powers of Hell:</L>
<L>A Grave prepared, a Gulf doth open &s;tand</L>
<L>To &s;wallow all the People of this Land,</L>
<L>Ari&s;e, the Angel &s;aid, It is THY Lot,</L>
<L>To &s;ound the bottom of this Helli&s;h PLOT,</L>
<L>Guided along by Providence Divine,</L>
<L>Rip through the Bowels of this Dark De&s;ign:</L>
<L>I, mount the <HI>Alpes,</HI> &s;tand for fair <HI>Italy,</HI></L>
<L>To &s;ound <HI>Romes</HI> machivillian Pollicy:</L>
<L>I &s;wiftly po&s;t through <HI>Flanders,</HI> plea&s;ant <HI>France,</HI></L>
<L>To the <HI>Ca&s;tillian</HI> Court, I did advance:</L>
<L>I there unrip't the bowels of this PLOT,</L>
<L>Saw how the&s;e Nations at fair <HI>England</HI> Shot,</L>
<L>In all tho&s;e Countrys which foul Trea&s;on breeds,</L>
<L>I &s;uckt &s;weet Honey from mo&s;t poy&s;onous weeds;</L>
<L>Of which an Antidote I did compound,</L>
<L>To Cure fair <HI>England</HI> of her &s;ecret Wound.</L>
<L>That I might give them their own bitter Pill,</L>
<L>I kept the Coppies of their Letters &s;till;</L>
<L>Laden with &s;poils of Treachery and Trea&s;on,</L>
<L>I came unto my King, had I not rea&s;on?</L>
<L>My many years Intelligence, I brought</L>
<L>Unto his hands, and how his LIFE was &s;ought.</L>
<L>Tho all the people had their Sentence read,</L>
<L>Yet HE, their King, this di&s;mal Daunce mu&s;t lead.</L>
<L>He did receive me with a gratious Eye,</L>
<L>For at the &s;take his Sacred Life did lye.</L>
<L>All Nations tru&s;t the Sword for their Defence,</L>
<L>But <HI>England,</HI> thou art &s;av'd by Providence!</L>
<L>For being Blind, thou did&s;t not &s;ee nor know,</L>
<L>The Arm was up to give the fatal Blow!</L>
<L>Hood-winkt a&s;leep, thou had&s;t for ever been,</L>
<L>Had not wi&s;e Providence &s;tept-in between.</L>
<L>Armies of Angels, &s;tood in battel aray,</L>
<L>Their General did fight for thee this day.</L>
<L>Let not the name of <HI>Otes</HI> live, let it dye,</L>
<L>And in the Grave of dark Oblivion lye:</L>
<L>Let <HI>Bedloe, Otes</HI> and <HI>Dugdale</HI> be forgot,</L>
<L>For they were not di&s;coveres of this Plot;</L>
<L>The&s;e were but Harps in Great <HI>Jehovah</HI>'s hand,</L>
<L>On whom he plaid to &s;ave a Sinful Land:</L>
<L>Our General he did call, and we Obey'd,</L>
<L>We were the In&s;truments on whom he plaid</L>
<L>A Tune &s;o plea&s;ant on the Humble Lyre,</L>
<L>That all &s;ucceeding Ages will admire!</L>
<L>To this Great God the Ancient of days</L>
<L>Let us give all the Honor and the Prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Who brought a <HI>Daniel</HI> from the Lions Den,</L>
<L>And &s;av'd us from the Hands of Wicked men;</L>
<L>His Eye hath rais'd to Life with one &s;weet Ray,</L>
<L>A Nation that upon its Death Bed lay.</L>
<L>Henceforth <HI>Great Britain</HI> &s;how thy &s;miling Face,</L>
<L>In thee is Born a Child of Heavenly Race,</L>
<L>Sprung from the Loyns of the Immortal Dove,</L>
<L>Wi&s;dom his Mother, and his Sire is Love:</L>
<L>Riding Tryumphant on his Milk white Steed,</L>
<L>This Prince &s;hall Cure the Nations that now bleed:</L>
<L>Envy and Malice &s;hall fall down before him,</L>
<L>The <HI>Blackmore</HI> and the <HI>Indian</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 word"></L>
<L>Into his Fold all Nations he will gather,</L>
<L>Our Noble King &s;hall be a Nur&s;ing Father:</L>
<L>Sweet Peace o're all the Earth &s;hall then be &s;own,</L>
<L>Stiff-neck'd Rebellion &s;hall no more be known;</L>
<L>Both King and Subject in one Yoak &s;hall draw,</L>
<L>The Princes Will &s;hall be the Subjects Law:</L>
<L>The Prince with &s;uch Commanding Love &s;hall &s;way,</L>
<L>The Peoplle will take plea&s;ure to obey:</L>
<L>They &s;hall rejoyce when they do under&s;tand</L>
<L>All Arbitrary power is in his hand:</L>
<L>A full Confinement is full Liberty,</L>
<L>And when they mo&s;t are bound, they are mo&s;t free:</L>
<L>No Council to Direct his Ju&s;t Commands,</L>
<L>For Wi&s;dom always at his Elbow &s;tands:</L>
<L>No heavy Tax can move the Peoples Gall,</L>
<L>For they are willing to &s;urrender all:</L>
<L>Both Prince and People &s;it upon one Throne,</L>
<L>For Prince and People perfectly are one:</L>
<L>Full Union and Communion here we find,</L>
<L>One Life, one Love, one Soul, one undivided Mind:</L>
<L>But e're this come to pa&s;s, we clearly &s;ee</L>
<L>Di&s;turbances in every place &s;hall be;</L>
<L>The Elements &s;hall quarrel with each Star,</L>
<L>Dame Nature with her &s;elf &s;hall be at War:</L>
<L>The whole Creation that hath bin accur&s;t,</L>
<L>Shall fall into a <HI>Chaos,</HI> as at fir&s;t:</L>
<L>In all the World there will be &s;trong Delu&s;ion,</L>
<L>Darkne&s;s and Death, Confu&s;ion on Confu&s;ion:</L>
<L>When this Black Cloud is o're, what will en&s;ue?</L>
<L>The Ma&s;ter Builder will Build all things new,</L>
<L>When this old Hou&s;e is burnt that's made of Clay,</L>
<L>Hee'l Build a Pallace that &s;hall ne're decay:</L>
<L>The Soul, in fine, being Purged from Dro&s;s and Tin,</L>
<L>Shall now &s;pring up a Glorious Cherubin.</L>
<L>A New Sun in the Firmament &s;hall ri&s;e,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Glorious Beams &s;hall dazle Mortal Eyes!</L>
<L>The Stars &s;hall be refin'd which now we &s;ee,</L>
<L>And this dull Lump a Paradice will be,</L>
<L>Throu Storms and Tempe&s;ts we no more &s;hall pa&s;s,</L>
<L>For we &s;hall Sayl upon the Sea of Gla&s;s:</L>
<L>New Stars, new Planets guide the Heavenly flore,</L>
<L>Such as by Men were never &s;een before:</L>
<L>The little Birds on every Bough &s;hall Sing,</L>
<L>No Winter but an Everla&s;ting Spring,</L>
<L>Fre&s;h flouri&s;hing Youth &s;hall every thing re&s;tore,</L>
<L>Old Age is pa&s;t; and Man &s;hall Dye no more;</L>
<L>Sickne&s;s and Sorrow are for ever fled,</L>
<L>All Tears are wip'd away, and Death is dead.</L>
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<P>LONDON, Printed by <HI>T. Dawks,</HI> in the Year <HI>MDCLXXX.</HI></P>
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