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<HEAD>The Iacobites Invitation <HI>TO THE FRENCH KING.</HI></HEAD>
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<P>Licen&s;ed according to Order.</P>
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<OPENER><SALUTE>Invincible Monarch,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>AS there is nothing more Con&s;picuous in the Chri&s;tian World, than the Sacred performance of Treaties, and inviolable ob&s;ervance of Faith and Truth in the Mighty <HI>Lewis of France,</HI> Virtues that &s;o &s;hine in You, till they dazle Your Adorers: Your pre&s;ent Addre&s;&s;ors; encouraged by tho&s;e radiant Perfections, pre&s;ume to lay this Supplication at Your mo&s;t Royal Feet. And as in all Duty bound to declare, that living at pre&s;ent under the happie&s;t of Governments, and therefore by the rooted <HI>Principles</HI> of our <HI>Nature</HI> the more <HI>Re&s;tle&s;s</HI> under it, we think fit to remon&s;trate our pre&s;&s;ing Grievances in manner following.</P>
<P><HI>Fir&s;t,</HI> As the Glory of our Native Country, (not forgetting the Renown of our <HI>Edward the Third,</HI> and our <HI>Henry the Fifth,</HI> of ever hated Memory,) is our natural Odium and Abhorrence; out of your Generous Inclination to ea&s;e us of that pain, we de&s;ire Your Princely Commi&s;eration and Redre&s;s of that un|&s;ufferable Grief, by the Mea&s;ures we &s;hall here further at large humbly offer and propo&s;e.</P>
<P><HI>Secondly,</HI> Being mo&s;t Zealous Profe&s;&s;ors of a Religion we are hear<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">ily weary of, and mo&s;t highly &s;en&s;ible of Your Maje&s;ties mo&s;t immortally Famous <HI>Dra|goons;</HI> and con&s;equently longing, even to heart-breaking, for the Ble&s;&s;ing of tho&s;e Booted Apo&s;tles among&s;t us; under the like pre&s;&s;ure and Burthen of our Spiritual as well as Temporal Grievancas, we continue our Equal &s;upplicati|ons for no le&s;s Ea&s;e and Relief herein.</P>
<P>To come to particulars, which we in all humility lay before Thy Royal Con|&s;ideration; It is notoriou&s;ly known to what exalted Speculations we have ad|vanced our Divine Profe&s;&s;ion of <HI>Pa&s;&s;ive Obedience,</HI> and unhappily, at pre&s;ent, being Subjects to a Government, where we are never likely to put that Heaven|ly Virtue into practi&s;e; we are emboldened to reque&s;t Thy mo&s;t Gracious Goodne&s;s, by Virtue of our pre&s;ent <HI>Invitation,</HI> to depute the Succe&s;&s;our of thy Divine St. <HI>Ruth,</HI> of ever Glorious Renown, to come over among&s;t us; &s;o that by be&s;eeching Thee to Raign Lo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">d over us, (to which Advancement there &s;hall be no part wanting of our &s;ide, either in <HI>Caballing, Plotting,</HI> or <HI>Throat|cutting,</HI> or any other &s;uch Service nece&s;&s;ary to thy Introduction) thou may&s;t vouch&s;afe to exert all thy memorable Virtues and Faculties, to the exerci&s;e of all thy Rods and Sc<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">urges, Shackl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">s and Manacles, and the re&s;t of the Royal <HI>Regalia</HI> of <HI>France,</HI> that &s;o we may ta&s;te of, or rather riot, and &s;urfeit with the unutterable Delights of our own Darling <HI>Non-Re&s;i&s;tance.</HI></P>
<P>Alas, &s;weet Prince, Thou inimitable Original of Imperial Sway, we have &s;o long groan'd under Ea&s;e and Down-Beds, that we are almo&s;t out of Patience (our very Bones aking) for our Deliverance by thy expected and implored A&s;&s;i&s;tance; and al&s;o for the plea&s;ure of Brogues and Wooden Shoes, and the re&s;t of thy <HI>Gallick</HI> Accoutrements and Habilements, <HI>ala mode de France.</HI></P>
<P>'Tis true, Dread Monarch, we have, for &s;ome Generations pa&s;t, been a Nation a little formidable in the World, which we remember with Grief: But to thy &s;atisfaction be it &s;poken, how many Years (a ble&s;&s;ed Reformation) have we made it our indefatiga|ble Labour and Study, to take down our Altitudes, by endeavouring the Honour, the long coveted Honour, of Subjection and Va&s;&s;allage, under thy deare&s;t Yoke</P>
<P>Open therefore, we be&s;eech thee, thy Bowels towards us&punc; and take thy kneeling, truck|ling, humble, groveling Slaves to thy Soveraign Protection. The little Fat <HI>England,</HI> which we hope one day to make thy Kitchin Garden, or &s;ome &s;uch diminitive nece&s;&s;ary Planta|tion under Thee, we &s;hall indeavour to weed from &s;ome troubled Canker'd Ro&s;es, to make room for Thy &s;weeter and dearer <HI>Fleur-de Luces.</HI></P>
<P>We &s;hall not be too tedious in enumerating our Wants, or imploring thy Graces and Favours. We are &s;en&s;ible Thou art &s;atisfied how our Hearts and Souls are intirely Thine. Nor have we &s;o long ploughed and &s;owed for Thee, but that we &s;peedily expect thy Hand and Sickle to Reap thy Harve&s;t.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>Your Dutiful Va&s;&s;als,</HI> &amp;c.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>F. Weekly,</HI> 1692.</P>
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