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<HEAD>A NARRATIVE OF POPISH PLOTS With a full Account OF THEIR BLOODY DESIGNS.</HEAD>
<BYLINE>By D. W. W.</BYLINE>
<P>LICENSED, <DATE><HI>December</HI> the 10<HI>th.</HI> 1678.</DATE></P>
<LG>
<L>AT length the &s;acred My&s;tery's reveal'd,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e lowring Clouds, who&s;e mi&s;ty</L>
<L>Brows conceal'd</L>
<L>The Bright-beam'd Lu&s;ter of Eternal day,</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;olv'd to Vapours and are chas'd away</L>
<L>From his bright Throne, for Man to hide is vain,</L>
<L>Who&s;e pow'rful Arms the trembling world &s;u&s;tain:</L>
<L>His Eyes &s;urvey the &s;ecret depths below,</L>
<L>From whence dire Ma&s;&s;acres and Trea&s;ons flow;</L>
<L>From that great God what Mortal can retire,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;wi&s;t-wing'd Me&s;&s;engers are flames of fire.</L>
<L>From him what Cave, what di&s;mal &s;hades of night,</L>
<L>In whom there is no &s;hade, can bar the light;</L>
<L>When Death and Hell &s;tand obvious to his Eyes,</L>
<L>In who&s;e bright &s;elf the Spring of brightne&s;s lyes.</L>
<L>The naked Univer&s;e before him quakes,</L>
<L>The trembling Earth's affrighted Pillar &s;hakes:</L>
<L>The Deep's di&s;covered, and all Secrets known,</L>
<L>The hearts of Kings and Princes are his own:</L>
<L>He rules in all, and yet proud Man dare do</L>
<L>The vile&s;t things that Hell can prompt him to:</L>
<L>A little world of Du&s;t, &s;o &s;well'd with Pride,</L>
<L>Intic'd to Ills, he quickly turns a&s;ide:</L>
<L>Ne're fears Deaths little Anticks, nor the Grave,</L>
<L>Nor that dire portion thir&s;ty Sinners have,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 word"> thir&s;ty <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 word"> pale-fac'd God of fears;</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 span"> deals in Sepulchres;</L>
<L>For why, of late the Scarlet Whore has made</L>
<L>Fate her diver&s;ion, Death her Childrens Trade:</L>
<L>By &s;ecret Trea&s;ons is her &s;eat upheld,</L>
<L>Her murdering thoughts with &s;teaming flaughter &s;well'd,</L>
<L>Grown proud with power, &s;he fancies Sea and Land</L>
<L>Mu&s;t bow beneath her Blood-bedabled Hand:</L>
<L>Thinks to unhinge the Globe, and tumble down</L>
<L>Kings from their Thrones, and gra&s;p the Monarch's Crown.</L>
<L>Her flowing Cup being fill'd with &s;lucing &s;teel,</L>
<L>She drinks the Blood of <HI>Martyrs</HI> till &s;he reel.</L>
<L>Witne&s;s <HI>Bohemia</HI> thou her rage can&s;t tell,</L>
<L>In thee an Hundred Thou&s;and Chri&s;tians fell</L>
<L>By Popi&s;h Tyrants; Enemies to good,</L>
<L>Whom Tortures plea&s;e their Eyes delight in Blood.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Crim&s;on Streams exhau&s;ted, &s;till &s;he craves,</L>
<L>And &s;eeks new VVorlds, for Blood &s;he ploughs the VVaves;</L>
<L>Through briny Seas divides the &s;welling Flood,</L>
<L>And Tyger-like pur&s;ues the &s;cent of Blood:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e undi&s;cover'd Lands which Natures care</L>
<L>Guarded by Seas, &s;he finds, and fixes there</L>
<L>Her dreadful Engines; and for no offence</L>
<L>Millions are murder'd in their Innocence;</L>
<L>Naked, as when their Infant cryes did gain</L>
<L>Their Mothers love, but now their cryes are vain:</L>
<L>No whi&s;pering Voice of Mercy now appears,</L>
<L>Blood mu&s;t be found, for that &s;he &s;eeks not tears:</L>
<L>Poor <HI>Mexico, Peru,</HI> for both we grieve,</L>
<L>But grief augments tho&s;e ills we can't relieve:</L>
<L>In days of old kind death on Age would &s;mile,</L>
<L>Fates &s;anguine Eyes were &s;trangers to your &s;oile;</L>
<L>But now with dreadful Inqui&s;itions dre&s;t,</L>
<L>Racks, Engines, Flames and Tortures, when at be&s;t,</L>
<L>Deluges of &s;laughter, and perpetual groans,</L>
<L>Horrour and Fury wait upon her Thrones:</L>
<L>That this is &s;he, &s;acred Writ explains,</L>
<L>That City 'tis which over Nations raigns.</L>
<L>But why &s;o wide my Mu&s;e, where wilt thou rome,</L>
<L>Let <HI>India</HI> &s;tay, thy Task is nearer home.</L>
<L>Her left hand's there, her right on <HI>Europe</HI> lyes,</L>
<L>Di&s;tre&s;&s;ed <HI>Piedmont</HI>'s, fatal Ma&s;&s;acryes:</L>
<L>Cry loud to Heaven, 'tis Blood, the Nations &s;weat,</L>
<L>Fry'd and con&s;um'd by her prodigeous heat.</L>
<L>Poor <HI>Albigen&s;es</HI> &s;tifled are in Caves,</L>
<L><HI>Walden&s;es</HI> &s;lain and &s;catter'd without Graves,</L>
<L>A prey to Bea&s;ts; but for their Faith they dye;</L>
<L>Chri&s;t dy'd for them, they'll reign with him on high:</L>
<L>In <HI>Flanders,</HI> in poor <HI>Flanders,</HI> there was &s;lain</L>
<L>Three times &s;ix thou&s;and Souls by <HI>Popi&s;h Spain</HI>:</L>
<L>The raging Sword, like a Di&s;ea&s;e came on,</L>
<L>Thy Blood was &s;weet to thir&s;ty <HI>Babylon</HI>:</L>
<L>By cruel <HI>Je&s;uites</HI> the world's on fire,</L>
<L>No &s;hade is found where Chri&s;tians may retire;</L>
<L>On one hand Death, on th' other Trea&s;on &s;tands,</L>
<L>Black as them&s;elves to fright the harras'd Lands;</L>
<L>Like Foxes fir&s;t they craftily betray,</L>
<L>Then, Lion-like, devour the greedy Prey.</L>
<L><HI>Paris,</HI> in thee, alas! what fury &s;et</L>
<L>To hunt for Souls, that <HI>Babylon</HI>'s Net,</L>
<L>So &s;ecretly cover'd, the Prince of Night,</L>
<L>Of Hell and Darkne&s;s hatch'd the damn'd Exploit;</L>
<L>To &s;hroud this big-blown &s;torm &s;o &s;woln with Wind,</L>
<L>For &s;mooth pretext, a marriage is de&s;ign'd;</L>
<L><HI>Navarre</HI>'s young Bride mu&s;t long, 'tis &s;o, &s;he wants,</L>
<L>To cure that pain, the Blood of <HI>Prote&s;tants</HI>;</L>
<L>Her thir&s;ty <HI>Hymen</HI> is not pleas'd with Wine,</L>
<L>His Lu&s;t's too great, he wants the Crim&s;on Brine;</L>
<L>Or el&s;e the Mu&s;ick that delights their Ears</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be a Peal of groans or dying prayers:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The&s;e, or what e're, when darkne&s;s did &s;urrround</L>
<L>The Hell-bred rout began the fatal &s;ound,</L>
<L>The Midnight cryes of Murder, Kill and Wound,</L>
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<LG>
<L>Alarm'd all the &s;leepy Ho&s;t, but then</L>
<L>They &s;lept &s;ecure, and never wak'd again:</L>
<L>Pav'd were the Streets with Slain, the Channels roare</L>
<L>Like &s;ome wild Torrent with the &s;treaming gore;</L>
<L>But twenty thou&s;and, ha&mdash;the &s;um's too &s;mall,</L>
<L>Not lives enough to make one Fe&s;tival;</L>
<L>Their &s;carlet Mi&s;tre&s;s &s;torms, and thinks it fit</L>
<L>That thirty thou&s;and more &s;hould follow it.</L>
<L>Stay, wonder not, there's more, by her con&s;ent</L>
<L>The King was poy&s;on'd in the Sacrament;</L>
<L>Oh horrid deed! what howling Fiend below,</L>
<L>Damn'd Spirits, Harpyes, can &s;uch Villains &s;how;</L>
<L>The My&s;tery of our Saviours &s;acred Blood,</L>
<L>And glorious Body, Fountain of all good,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t they be made, I dread to &s;peak the gui&s;e,</L>
<L>To murder Kings and mask their Villanies;</L>
<L>Look down great God why &s;leeps thy Vengeance &s;ay</L>
<L>Thy injur'd mercies made the Mon&s;ter pray.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Poor <HI>Ireland</HI>'s groans breathe fre&s;h into my mind,</L>
<L>Anger by name to angry Foes con&s;ign'd:</L>
<L>Fates bailful &s;treams upon thee have been &s;hed,</L>
<L>And cruel hands have dy'd thy bo&s;om red;</L>
<L>A hundred thou&s;and &s;acrificed lives</L>
<L>By Tortures, Rack, and Ma&s;&s;acreying Knives:</L>
<L>That <HI>Phebus</HI> blu&s;h'd to &s;ee the Crim&s;on day,</L>
<L>And muff'd in Clouds he turn'd his Face away;</L>
<L>Not &s;ilver Hairs, nor Infant cryes could prove</L>
<L>Of force &s;ufficient Tyrants hearts to move;</L>
<L>Beauties in vain to blunt their fury &s;trive,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t ravi&s;h'd are, and then ripp'd up alive,</L>
<L>From Mothers Arms infeebl'd by a Wound;</L>
<L>The Babe is &s;natch'd and da&s;h'd again&s;t the Ground:</L>
<L>With Fire and Sword they triumph and declare</L>
<L>Their black Commi&s;&s;ions from the Prince of Air:</L>
<L>This dreadful Bea&s;t who&s;e cra&s;hing Jaws devour</L>
<L>The Nations up, receives the Dragons power;</L>
<L>His burning rage in <HI>England</HI> has been &s;een</L>
<L>To plague her &s;ubjects, tempts the ea&s;ie Queen:</L>
<L>Our brave Heroes fix their Eyes above,</L>
<L>And dare his mallice, arm'd with &s;acred love,</L>
<L>Redeem'd from Earth, they dare the wor&s;t of ill;</L>
<L>They fear not him who can the Body kill;</L>
<L>'Their Hands nor Foreheads never bore his Name,</L>
<L>'Mount like <HI>Elijah</HI> up to Heaven in flame.</L>
<L>'To quell this &s;torm begun, <HI>Jehovah</HI> &s;ent</L>
<L>'Such &s;aving Balm as heal'd our Government,</L>
<L>And broke his Horn, with which he pu&s;h'd down Kings,</L>
<L>And reach'd the Stars with proud a&s;piring wings;</L>
<L>Then like him&s;elf he threatn'd with his Tails,</L>
<L>And with dire plot our peaceful Land a&s;&s;ails;</L>
<L>Powder and Fire the Engin brought from Hell</L>
<L>To &s;hake the VVorlds affrighted Cittadel;</L>
<L>But Heaven took care to bla&s;t that black de&s;ign,</L>
<L>And cru&s;h'd the Villains in their fatal Mine:</L>
<L>The Net was laid, and they forgetting where,</L>
<L>Groaping in darkne&s;s did them&s;leves en&s;nare.</L>
<L>Where more than &s;eventy years, like Snakes in Snow</L>
<L>They &s;eem'd benum'd, and &s;carce a motion &s;how.</L>
<L>'Twas opportunity, not want of will,</L>
<L>That cramp'd the Tyrant, made his mallice &s;till;</L>
<L>Warm'd by the mildne&s;s of a gracious King,</L>
<L>(Good next to him that made him) rears his Sting:</L>
<L>All guilded o're as &s;mooth as Man cou'd &s;eign,</L>
<L>Yet bears the deadly Poy&s;on in his Brain:</L>
<L>His Mouth prepar'd a Flood to drive away</L>
<L>The &s;acred Church, and Cloud the States bright Ray.</L>
<L>The fir&s;t by deadly <HI>Acconite</HI> mu&s;t dye,</L>
<L>The next devour'd by &s;warming Locu&s;t ly;</L>
<L>This Land &s;o far for whol&s;ome Laws renown'd,</L>
<L>With Peace, with Plenty, and with Ju&s;tice Crown'd;</L>
<L>Rul'd by a Prince whom Heaven did &s;o proclaim</L>
<L>Before the Tribes on Earth, to bear his Name:</L>
<L>A King &s;o bounteous, merciful, and great,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides him none cou'd fill his Fathers Seat:</L>
<L>So ju&s;t, &s;o good, the Power Immence thought fit,</L>
<L>That Maje&s;ty &s;hould only Govern it.</L>
<L>The mighty God before who&s;e Throne there lies</L>
<L>The flaming Seraphims, who&s;e &s;acred cries</L>
<L>Are <HI>Hallelujah,</HI> and eternal prai&s;e;</L>
<L>Glory and honour are before his Face:</L>
<L>Thou&s;ands of Angels, and ten thou&s;ands &s;tand,</L>
<L>To execute his ju&s;t, and great Command.</L>
<L>In vain does thir&s;ty <HI>Nimrod</HI> hunt for blood,</L>
<L>Heaven &s;ees his &s;ecret Baths they are not good;</L>
<L>He brake the Lions Jaws, redeem'd the Prey,</L>
<L>The deeds of Darkne&s;s &s;hew'd in perfect Day;</L>
<L>Sav'd his Anointed, and our gracious King,</L>
<L>To his great Name let's loud <HI>Ho&s;anna's</HI> &s;ing:</L>
<L>He has remember'd mercy, &s;till does ble&s;s,</L>
<L>And turns our Foes device to fooli&s;hne&s;s;</L>
<L><HI>Ho&s;anna,</HI> Power, Salvation, Glory, Might,</L>
<L>To him who dwells in everla&s;ting Light.</L>
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<CLOSER>Gloria Deo in excel&s;is, Pax Hominibus, Vivat in Eter|num Rex Carolus Secundus.</CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>D. M.</HI> 1678.</P>
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