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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<PB N="1" REF="1">
<HEAD>Advice to a Painter, &amp;c.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SPread a large Canvas, Painter, to contain</L>
<L>The great A&s;&s;embly and the numerous train,</L>
<L>Who all about him &s;hall in Council &s;it,</L>
<L>Abjuring Wi&s;dom, and de&s;pi&s;ing Wit;</L>
<L>Hating all Ju&s;tice, and re&s;olv'd to Fight,</L>
<L>To rob his Native Country of its Right.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Fir&s;t,</HI> Draw him falling pro&s;trate to the South,</L>
<L>Adoring ROME, this Libel in his mouth;</L>
<L><HI>Mo&s;t Holy Father! being joyn'd in League,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With Father</HI> Patrick, Darby, <HI>and with</HI> Teague,</L>
<L><HI>Thrown at Your Sacred Feet I humbly bow;</HI></L>
<L><HI>I, and the wi&s;e A&s;&s;ociates of my Vow,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I &s;wear not Fire nor Sword &s;hall ever end,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Till all this Nation to Your Foot-stool bend;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Arm'd with bold Zeal &amp; Ble&s;sings from your Hands,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'le rai&s;e my Iri&s;h and my Popi&s;h Bands;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And by a Noble well-contrived</HI> PLOT,</L>
<L><HI>Manag'd by wi&s;e</HI> Fitz-gerrard <HI>and by</HI> SCOT;</L>
<L><HI>Prove to the World I'le have old</HI> ENGLAND <HI>know,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That Common Sen&s;e is my Eternal Fo:</HI></L>
<L><HI>I ne're can fight in a more Glorious Cau&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then to de&s;troy their Liberties and Laws:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their Parchment Pre&s;idents, their dull Records,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their Hou&s;e of Commons and their Hou&s;e of Lords.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shall the&s;e Men dare to contradict my Will?</HI></L>
<L><HI>And think a Prince o'th Blood can er'e do ill?</HI></L>
<L><HI>It is our Birth-right; We have power to kill?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shall the&s;e men dare to think, &s;hall the&s;e decide</HI></L>
<L><HI>The way to Heav'n? and who &s;hall be my Guide?</HI></L>
<PB N="2" REF="2">
<L><HI>Shall the&s;e pretend to &s;ay that Bread is Bread?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or that there is no Purg'tory for the Dead,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That Extreme Unction is but common Oyl,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And not Infallible the</HI> Roman Soyl?</L>
<L><HI>I'le have the&s;e Villains in our Notions rest:</HI></L>
<L><HI>You and I &s;ay it; Therefore 'tis be&s;t.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next, Painter, Draw his <HI>Mordant</HI> by his &s;ide,</L>
<L>Conveying his Religion, and his Bride;</L>
<L>He who long &s;ince abjur'd the Royal Line,</L>
<L>Does now in <HI>Popery</HI> with his Ma&s;ter joyn.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then draw the Prince&s;s with her Golden Locks,</L>
<L>Ha&s;tning to be Renowned with the P&mdash;</L>
<L>And in her Youthful Veins receive that wound,</L>
<L>Which &s;ent <HI>N&mdash; H&mdash;</HI> before her under ground;</L>
<L>That would of which the tainted <HI>C&mdash;</HI> fades,</L>
<L>Pre&s;erv'd in &s;tore for the next &s;ett of Maids.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Poor P&mdash; born under &s;ome &s;ullen Star,</L>
<L>To find this welcom when you come &s;o far:</L>
<L>Better &s;ome Jealous Neighbour of your own</L>
<L>Had call'd you to &s;ome &s;ound, tho petty Throne;</L>
<L>VVhere, 'twixt a whol&s;om Husband, and a Page,</L>
<L>You might have linger'd out a longer age.</L>
<L>Then in fal&s;e hopes of being once a Queen,</L>
<L>Die before Twenty, Rot before Fifteen.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now <HI>Painter,</HI> &s;hew us in the blacke&s;t dye,</L>
<L>The Councellors of all this Villany.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Clifford,</HI> who fir&s;t appear'd in humble gui&s;e,</L>
<L>VVas thought &s;o meek, &s;o mode&s;t, and &s;o wi&s;e;</L>
<L>But when he came to act upon the Stage,</L>
<L>He prov'd the mad <HI>Cethegus</HI> of our age:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="3" REF="2">
<L>He and the Duke had each too great a mind</L>
<L>To be by Ju&s;tice, or by Law confin'd;</L>
<L>Their boyling Heads can hear no other &s;ounds,</L>
<L>Then Fleets &amp; Armies, Battles, Blood &amp; wounds;</L>
<L>And to de&s;troy our Liberty they hope,</L>
<L>In <HI>Iri&s;h</HI> Fools, and a Doting <HI>POPE.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then Painter &s;hew thy Skill, and in fit place</L>
<L>Let's &s;ee the <HI>Nuncio Arundels</HI> &s;weet face;</L>
<L>Let the Beholders by thy art de&s;cry</L>
<L>His Sen&s;e, and Soul as &s;quinting as his Eye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let <HI>Bella&s;is</HI> autumnal face be &s;een,</L>
<L>Rich with the &s;poil of a poor <HI>Algerine,</HI></L>
<L>VVho tru&s;ting in him, was by him betray'd;</L>
<L>And &s;o &s;hould we, were his advice obey'd:</L>
<L>The <HI>Hero</HI> once got Honour by the Sword,</L>
<L>He got his wealth by breaking of his word;</L>
<L>He now has got his Daughter great with Child,</L>
<L>And Pimps to have his Family defil'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next Painter draw the Rabble of the PLOT,</L>
<L><HI>German, Fitz gerard, Loftus, Porter, Scot;</HI></L>
<L>The&s;e are fit Heads indeed to turn a State,</L>
<L>And change the Order of a Nations Fate:</L>
<L>Ten thou&s;and &s;uch as the&s;e can ne're controul,</L>
<L>The &s;malle&s;t <HI>attoms</HI> of an <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Soul.</L>
<L>Old <HI>England</HI> on its &s;trong Foundation &s;tands,</L>
<L>Defying all their Heads, and all their Hands;</L>
<L>It's &s;teady <HI>Ba&s;is</HI> never could be &s;hook,</L>
<L>VVhen wi&s;er Heads its ruine undertook;</L>
<L>And can her <HI>Guardian-Angel</HI> let her &s;toop</L>
<L>At la&s;t to <HI>Fools,</HI> to <HI>Mad-men,</HI> and the POPE.</L>
<L><HI>No</HI> Painter, <HI>no; Clo&s;e up thy Piece, and &s;ee</HI></L>
<L><HI>This Croud of Traytors hang in Effigie.</HI></L>
</LG>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="4" REF="3">
<HEAD>To the KING.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GReat <HI>CHARLES,</HI> who full of Mercy would'&s;t Command</L>
<L>In Peace and Plenty this thy Native Land;</L>
<L>At la&s;t take pity on thy tott'ring Throne,</L>
<L>Shook by the faults of others, not thy own:</L>
<L>Let not thy Life and Crown together end,</L>
<L>De&s;troy'd by a fal&s;e Brother, and fal&s;e Friend:</L>
<L>Ob&s;erve the Danger that appears &s;o near,</L>
<L>And all your Subjects do each minute fear;</L>
<L>A drop of Poi&s;on, or a Popi&s;h Knife,</L>
<L>Ends all the Joys of <HI>England</HI> with your Life.</L>
<L>Brothers 'tis true &s;hould be by Nature kind;</L>
<L>But to a Zealous and Ambitious Mind,</L>
<L>Brib'd by a Crown on Earth, and one above,</L>
<L>There's no more Friend&s;hip, Tenderne&s;s, or Love.</L>
<L>See in all Ages what Examples are</L>
<L>Of Monarchs murther'd by th'impatient Heir.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hard Fate of Princes, who will ne'r believe,</L>
<L>Till the Stroke's &s;truck, which they can ne'r retrieve.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="1" REF="3">
<HEAD>THE SECOND ADVICE TO THE PAINTER</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOw <HI>Painter</HI> try if thy skil'd hand can draw,</L>
<L>The horrid'&s;t Scene the trembling world ere &s;aw;</L>
<L>Wipe all the Pencills that the former drew,</L>
<L>In di&s;mal colours dip 'um all anew;</L>
<L>Colours that may in lively parts expre&s;s</L>
<L>The plotted fall of <HI>Monarchs</HI> in a dre&s;s:</L>
<L>May fright the World from Crimes we can't atone,</L>
<L>With our be&s;t bloods, and Chri&s;tians blu&s;h to ow<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">:</L>
<L>But let me fir&s;t advi&s;e you ere you take</L>
<L>This work in hand, a &s;mall reflection make</L>
<L>On all that's hainous; <HI>Murthers, Trea&s;ons, Fires,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Deaths</HI> in all &s;hapes, and <HI>rapines,</HI> hot de&s;ires:</L>
<L>Of <HI>Murthering Kings</HI> I tremble to reher&s;e,</L>
<L>A tottering world and &s;inking Univer&s;e:</L>
<L>Think well on the&s;e ere you begin your part</L>
<L>'Twill heighten fancy, and affect your heart:</L>
<L>In th' upper part of all the Canvas, paint</L>
<L>His <HI>Holyne&s;s</HI> the <HI>Pope,</HI> that mighty Saint,</L>
<L>Old Sathan his a&s;&s;ociate too mu&s;t &s;tand</L>
<L>Behind his chair to guide his heart and hand;</L>
<L>Draw him &s;tuck round with all the toyes that come</L>
<L>From the grand Mint of lies, old foppi&s;h <HI>Rome:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Bulls, Di&s;pen&s;ations, Pardons,</HI> all the baits</L>
<L>He lays for the dull crow'd; the <HI>Book of rates</HI></L>
<L>Will be convenient too, that t'every &s;in</L>
<L>The value may be known, pray cram that in:</L>
<L>Draw him di&s;per&s;ing with a bounteo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s han<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>For horrid ends the trea&s;ure of his Land&punc;</L>
<PB N="2" REF="4">
<L>Di&s;pen&s;ing with fal&s;e Oaths, or any thing,</L>
<L>So that they'l <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">urther <HI>Charles</HI> Great <HI>Brittains</HI> King:</L>
<L>Poor fool to think the guardian of his throne,</L>
<L>Is grown as dull and &s;en&s;le&s;s as his own;</L>
<L>No, proud Impo&s;tor, no<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> thy hand'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> too &s;hort</L>
<L>To rea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">h his head or make his fall <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">hy &s;port:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next draw proud <HI>France,</HI> and his ambitious hope</L>
<L>Of being mighty, cringing to the Pope:</L>
<L>'Tis not his zeal to him, or to tho&s;e laws</L>
<L>That cheat the world, that his affection draws;</L>
<L>'Tis int're&s;t, mighty int're&s;t, bears the &s;way,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e dares not, though he's willing, di&s;obey:</L>
<L>Ba&s;e Prince and fooli&s;h too, your &s;elf you cheat,</L>
<L>When on &s;uch terms as the&s;e you would be great;</L>
<L>You fea&s;t your &s;ences, &s;ecure at co&s;tly rates,</L>
<L>That nothing el&s;e can &s;erve but dellicates</L>
<L>Dipt in the blood of Princes: Deaths of Kings,</L>
<L>In your opinion are but vulgar things:</L>
<L>Had thir&s;t of Empire &s;way'd a generous &s;oul</L>
<L>The&s;e ba&s;e low tricks cou'd never &s;ure controul;</L>
<L>But to a minde &s;o firm on mi&s;chief bent,</L>
<L>No generous thoughts or honour could prevent</L>
<L>The meane&s;t actions; Princes &s;hould be true,</L>
<L>And act on principles of honour too:</L>
<L>Then they are Sacred to the world, and ought</L>
<L>To be adored, then di&s;re&s;pect's a fault:</L>
<L>But when from ba&s;e degenerate they are grown,</L>
<L>The vulgar hurl'um headlong from the throne:</L>
<L>Go on vile Prince in all the&s;e acts, and try,</L>
<L>How &s;oon your Crown will fade, your Empire dye;</L>
<L>By your example your own Subjects teach,</L>
<L>To &s;trike at Empires and at Scepters reach,</L>
<L>And may their fir&s;t attempt be on thy head,</L>
<L>Dethrone thee fir&s;t of all, then &s;trike thee dead.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now Painter to our Subjects dip thy pen</L>
<L>In black, in horrid black, yet once agen;</L>
<L>For when a Subject from a King revolts,</L>
<L>Con&s;pires his death, and thinks the&s;e things no faults,</L>
<L>The &s;cene mu&s;t needs be horrid, fir&s;t begin</L>
<L>With <HI>Bella&s;is</HI> and his foul and grateful &s;in:</L>
<L>Draw him a mon&s;ter, in as foul a dre&s;s</L>
<L>As ere your heart can think, or hand expre&s;s:</L>
<PB N="3" REF="4">
<L>Long did he in his Princes bo&s;om lie</L>
<L>One would have thought void of all Treachery;</L>
<L>For what ba&s;e man but he, could ere con&s;pire</L>
<L>To &s;et that hou&s;e, wherein he lives, on fire?</L>
<L>Who could &s;uch Trea&s;on harbour in his brea&s;t,</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t th' be&s;t of Princes, and to him the be&s;t?</L>
<L>The other Lords mu&s;t on the Stage be led,</L>
<L>Drawn&mdash;each man with halter on his head,</L>
<L>And dagger in his heart, that &s;o in vain</L>
<L>Wherewith they &s;trove to &s;tab their Soveraign:</L>
<L>Ba&s;e Rebells! do you thus your Prince reward?</L>
<L>Have you no Honour left? or no regard</L>
<L>T' his Clemency, which &s;ome of you I know</L>
<L>Have ta&s;ted &s;tory had di'd for't long ago:</L>
<L>Had he been cruel or Tirannick grown,</L>
<L>You had more rea&s;on to u&s;urp his Throne;</L>
<L>But to a Gratious and Obliging Prince,</L>
<L>'Tis pa&s;t all hopes of pardon or defence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now <HI>Painter</HI> draw me <HI>Hell</HI> in all its heat,</L>
<L>Let &s;ulphurous flames and di&s;mal darkne&s;s meet,</L>
<L>And in the hotte&s;t place, as be&s;t befits,</L>
<L>Draw <HI>Stayly, Coleman</HI> and the <HI>Je&s;uits:</HI></L>
<L>Let 'um indure the flaming brim&s;tone rage,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e bloody Tra<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">terous mi&s;creants of our age,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e were the men de&s;ign'd (O horrid act)</L>
<L>Nay were re&s;olved too, to commit the fact,</L>
<L>Ba&s;e Rebells don't you know, that Heavens high hand</L>
<L>Has &s;til<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> kept &s;a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e the Monach of our <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">nd,</L>
<L>And cou'd you think to move our Scene and do</L>
<L>What Heavens great Lord had nere con&s;ented to.</L>
<L>Burn on vile wretches, think well on the&s;e things,</L>
<L>What Trea&s;on is, what 'tis to Murther Kings.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now draw in all his Maje&s;ty and State,</L>
<L>Our Soveraign Prince, ju&s;t ri&s;ing from his <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word">,</L>
<L>Pra<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> paint him laughing at the follies done</L>
<L>By th' <HI>Pope,</HI> and <HI>France,</HI> his mo&s;t unchri&s;tian Son?</L>
<L>Prithy Old fellow, prithy tell me why,</L>
<L>Old <HI>England</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">hould &s;o much di&s;turb th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Eye:</L>
<L>Is it be<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">au&s;e we do not dote like you,</L>
<L>And wor&s;hip all your Saints we never knew?</L>
<L>If the&s;e, Old man, our aggravations be,</L>
<L>Know, we defy thy Mallice, Imps, and thee.</L>
</LG>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="4" REF="5">
<HEAD>To the KING.</HEAD>
<L>WElcome great Prince, to Life ag<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">n, at lea&s;t,</L>
<L>welcom from d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ng<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">rs, which we hope ar<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">a&s;t,</L>
<L>Dangers which lately hover'd o're your head,</L>
<L>Threatning to &s;trike your ri&s;ing Glory d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">d;</L>
<L>The Cloud's bl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">wn over, and the mi&s;ts away</L>
<L>Portend the ri&s;ing of a glorious day?</L>
<L>May &s;till your Sacred Maje&s;ty give Law</L>
<L>To all your Kingdoms, keeping them in aw,</L>
<L>May your bright Crown, a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> beauteous <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ays di&s;per<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"></L>
<L>As any Monarch<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> of the Univer&s;e.</L>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="1" REF="5">
<HEAD>The Third Part of ADVICE TO THE PAINTER, Concerning The great Turk, Count <HI>Teckley,</HI> and the Forces again&s;t them; the <HI>French,</HI> the <HI>Spaniards,</HI> the <HI>Dutch,</HI> and the <HI>Engli&s;h.</HI></HEAD>
<L>PAinter once more thy Pencil Rea&s;ume,</L>
<L>And in a Lanskip draw me Chri&s;tendom.</L>
<L>But fir&s;t draw out the Turki&s;h Empire, then</L>
<L>Paint out in Collours their devi&s;ion.</L>
<L>Paint me that mighty Powerful State a Shaking;</L>
<L>And their great Prophet, <HI>Teckely,</HI> a Quaking.</L>
<L>Who for Religion made &s;uch bu&s;ling work,</L>
<L>That to Reform it he brought in the Turk.</L>
<L>Next Paint our Engli&s;h Mufties of the Tub,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e great Promoters of the <HI>Teckelites</HI> Club.</L>
<L>Draw me them praying for the Turki&s;h Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>And for the overthrow of Chri&s;tian Laws.</L>
<L>Next Paint the Turks Seraglio, then</L>
<L>Paint our Engli&s;h Mufties entring in;</L>
<L>That and Rebellion is their Darling Sin.</L>
<L>Next draw the many guiltle&s;s Souls, that dy'd</L>
<L>A Sacrifice to their Lucifrian pride.</L>
<L>And Paint to th' life their Diabolick Faces,</L>
<L>And angry Looks, for their late de&s;perate Ca&s;es.</L>
<L>But la&s;tly, draw a fair and &s;pacious Plain,</L>
<L>And in it Gallow&s;es to hang them on.</L>
<L>Now draw in oppo&s;ition to this Crew,</L>
<L>The German Poles and Co&s;ack Forces too:</L>
<PB N="2" REF="6">
<L>Show by thy Art what they have bravely done;</L>
<L>Beat down the Turks, and their great Standard won.</L>
<L>And for the Rebels Emblem draw me Hell,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Luciferian Fates has taught them well,</L>
<L>What 'tis to Fight their King and to Rebel.</L>
<L>And as our God did Satan overthrow,</L>
<L>And for Rebellion him to Hell did throw;</L>
<L>So the&s;e our Earthly Rebels &s;hall</L>
<L>Be fated here, and in Hell after fall;</L>
<L>When Kings like Terrene Gods do ju&s;tly Reign;</L>
<L>Are by good Subjects held their Sovereign.</L>
<L>Next draw the Mon&s;ieurs huffing ore proud <HI>Spain;</HI></L>
<L>But draw them too upon their turn again.</L>
<L>Paint out their Courage more by words then blows;</L>
<L>Blood but the Mon&s;ieurs, and they'l fly their Foes.</L>
<L>And when you draw them to the Life, pray draw</L>
<L>In&s;tead of El's the cunning Foxes paw.</L>
<L>Draw me the Spaniard rou&s;ing as they wou'd,</L>
<L>Revenge their Quarrel in the French Mans Blood.</L>
<L>Draw me Great <HI>Orange</HI> who&s;e Victorious Soul</L>
<L>Will cool their heat, and Mon&s;ieurs rage controul.</L>
<L>Next draw me <HI>Holland</HI> poxt with jealous Fears;</L>
<L>Paint them falling together by the Ears.</L>
<L>Di&s;tru&s;ting one another draw them now,</L>
<L>And fearful what to do, or how.</L>
<L>Paint them as hector'd Men by Mon&s;ieurs word;</L>
<L>Paint them as Men afraid of Mon&s;ieurs Sword.</L>
<L>Next draw old <HI>England</HI> ri&s;ing from the Dead,</L>
<L>And Loyalty that now can &s;how its Head.</L>
<L>Paint me Great <HI>CHARLES</HI> that all the World doth awe,</L>
<L>Who hath declar'd he Govern will by Law.</L>
<L>Now, la&s;tly, draw me <HI>London,</HI> that great City</L>
<L>That twice Rebel'd in one Age, more's the Pity:</L>
<L>But draw them Loyal now with their new Charter,</L>
<L>And taking the Oaths for to be True hereafter.</L>
<L>Draw all the Loyal Subjects, Joyful Hearts,</L>
<L>Draw out their Loyalty in all its parts:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t other murmering Rebels down are hurl'd;</L>
<L>Confounded here, and dam'd in to'ther World.</L>
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<DIV1 TYPE="colophon">
<P>LONDON, <HI>Printed for</HI> Walter Davis <HI>in</HI> Amen-Corner. <HI>1684.</HI></P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="1" REF="6">
<HEAD>NEW ADVICE TO A PAINTER, &amp;c</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PAinter, once more thy Pencil rea&s;&s;ume.</L>
<L>Draw me a Night Piece&mdash;Draw me <HI>Rome.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Rome</HI> under ground, 'twill make a curious Piece!</L>
<L>Out do the bolde&s;t hands of Antient <HI>Greece.</HI></L>
<L>Let the pale Tapers, which afford it lights,</L>
<L>Burn blew, affrighted with approaching Sprites.</L>
<L>Draw me the &s;haking Triple Mitred Head,</L>
<L>And all the Conclave, looking like the Dead.</L>
<L>Draw fallen <HI>Lucifer</HI> in Brim&s;tone Robes,</L>
<L>Infernal Po&s;ts arriving thick like <HI>Jobes:</HI></L>
<L>Each telling after other rueful Tale,</L>
<L>How all the Pious Stratagems &s;till fail;</L>
<L>Nor Pi&s;tol, Poi&s;on, Ponyard will prevail.</L>
<L>How in defence of See Apo&s;tolique,</L>
<L>Like all true Bigots <HI>Roman</HI> Catholique,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t boldly living, their late Martyrs ty'd,</L>
<L>And all without Confe&s;&s;ing, bravely dy'd.</L>
<L>How d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ring <HI>Coleman</HI> led the Forlorn Hope,</L>
<L>Of all th' Unfortunate Brethren of the Rope,</L>
<L>Who murther Princes to exalt a Pope.</L>
<L>Of this new Order of <HI>Cordeliers</HI> how</L>
<L>He was the Founder and Confounder too.</L>
<L>How Cardinal <HI>Ireland, Hartcourt, Gaven</HI> fell,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Pickering, Grove,</HI> and <HI>Turner,</HI> let them tell,</L>
<L>How all's undone, <HI>Rome,</HI> Purgatory, Hell!</L>
<L>So! Painter 'tis enough; now lets retire,</L>
<L>And leave the Pope in this new Malvidere.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next, let me &s;ee a &s;patious Curtain Drawn,</L>
<L>Fine and tran&s;parent as the Cobweb Lawn.</L>
<L>It mu&s;t with curious Art and Care be wrought,</L>
<L>That through it one may &s;ee a nimble thought.</L>
<L>The ground with Faction, Trea&s;on, Tumult lay,</L>
<L>All Varni&s;h't o're with &s;hining Preach and Pray.</L>
<L>Shade it with Finene&s;s, Artifice, Intrigue,</L>
<L>Darken the foldings with the Solemn League.</L>
<PB N="2" REF="7">
<L>Behind this Curtain let bold Actors &s;tand,</L>
<L>Buskin'd for Tragedy upon command;</L>
<L>In&s;pir'd with furious, not Poetique Rage,</L>
<L>A &s;econd time to tread a bloody Stage.</L>
<L>Draw there an Aged Pope upon all four,</L>
<L>With riding Furniture Equipped o're,</L>
<L>With Warlike Saddle, and with Curbing Bitt,</L>
<L>Hol&s;ters and How&s;ings, Brea&s;tplate, all compleat.</L>
<L>Then let a dapper Pres'ter Poll be&s;tride</L>
<L>The Scarlet Rampant Bea&s;t, and fiercely ride.</L>
<L>Let him be clad in the new Silken Buff,</L>
<L>And wear an old Round-head without a Ruff.</L>
<L>Upon the top of his Triumphat Lance,</L>
<L>The &s;poiled Whore of Babel's Smock advance.</L>
<L>Before him let there march Lewd Reformation,</L>
<L>Proclaiming Liberty and Tolleration.</L>
<L>Paint di&s;mal Ruin &s;talking in the Rear,</L>
<L>Than Landskip De&s;olation far and near.</L>
<L>Paint clo&s;e Cabals, and Midnights &s;ecret Clubs,</L>
<L>Paint the Di&s;ciples of the bawling Tubs,</L>
<L>With Ears erected and with Mouths di&s;plaid,</L>
<L>And all the Brethren o'th Religious Blade,</L>
<L>Big with their hopes and expectations blown,</L>
<L>That e're't be long the day will be their own.</L>
<L>Let &s;everal Labels from their mouths proceed,</L>
<L>To note the different Tribes o'th' Holy Seed:</L>
<L>Here, Root and Branch, there, down with Babel down.</L>
<L>Away with Bi&s;hops, this, that, with the Crown.</L>
<L>Here draw one clo&s;e&s;ly laughing in his &s;leeve,</L>
<L>That he has made the zealous fools believe,</L>
<L>What he has told them is as Go&s;pel true,</L>
<L>If't be not &s;o, then he's a very <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ew.</HI></L>
<L>Paint here Ambition making humble Court</L>
<L>To Popular Ears, and &s;hewing Scripture for't.</L>
<L>There, Draw me Envy, and here, private Pique,</L>
<L>Looking demure while deep Revenge they &s;eek.</L>
<L>Here one who lo&s;t his Crown and Bi&s;hops Lands,</L>
<L>Clapping for joy his Sacrilegious hands.</L>
<L>Draw bu&s;ie Jealou&s;ie among the Croud,</L>
<L>And whi&s;pering Fear, and Calumny &s;till loud.</L>
<L>Paint Armed Zeal in fighting Go&s;pel Buff;</L>
<L>Paint what thou wilt, &s;o't be confus'd enuff.</L>
<L>Then Painter Draw one laughing out this Mott,</L>
<L>Come do it boldly then, Plot upon Plot.</L>
<L>Now Painter let us Trade in open day,</L>
<L>And bare fac't Light: a barren Landskip lay,</L>
<L>Like &s;ome cold Northern Clime; there mu&s;t not be</L>
<L>Much Beauty in it, much Variety:</L>
<L>Not many fruitful Vales, nor plea&s;ant Springs,</L>
<L>Nor murmu'ring Riv'lets, nor delightful things.</L>
<L>But cragged Rocks, and the bald Mountains &s;hew,</L>
<L>No Perrewigs of Wood, but Bonnets blew</L>
<PB N="3" REF="7">
<L>Of di&s;tant Sky, Paint Loughs, and Treacherous Bogs,</L>
<L>Stored with Revelation croaking Frogs.</L>
<L>And now the Scene is fit, the Curtain draw,</L>
<L>Trumpets and Drums within, Sa&s;a, Sa&s;a.</L>
<L>A Rev'rend Prelate mu&s;t the Prologue be,</L>
<L>Enough alone to make a Tragedy.</L>
<L>Paint him all over wounds and purple gore,</L>
<L>Greater than <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> and in number more.</L>
<L>Than let the mad braind Zealous Troops advance,</L>
<L>Ha&s;ting to forfeit their Allegiance,</L>
<L>In the defence of Covenant; Well a way!</L>
<L>True Prote&s;tant Religion to betray.</L>
<L>While thus with Violence, Murder, Perjury,</L>
<L>They &s;trive to rai&s;e their new Fifth Monarchy,</L>
<L>The Iron Scepter of Presbytery.</L>
<L>Now Painter Summon all thy skilful Art,</L>
<L>Thy choice&s;t Colours, cleane&s;t &s;troaks impart.</L>
<L>Draw me a blooming Hero, let him fly,</L>
<L>more &s;wift than Light'ning from a &s;ullen Sky:</L>
<L>Who&s;e early Valour Rivals <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> Fame,</L>
<L>For he too came, and &s;aw, and overcame.</L>
<L>Paint Woods of Lawrels for his Conqu'ring brow,</L>
<L>Hee'l reap them all as fa&s;t as they can grow.</L>
<L>But gentle Painter, plant them in the &s;hade,</L>
<L>Le&s;t as they quickly grew, they quickly fade.</L>
<L>And now dear Painter, how &s;hall we devi&s;e,</L>
<L>To draw &s;ome thoughts? Oh! how would that &s;urprize!</L>
<L>But &s;ince tho&s;e &s;wift Ideas will not &s;it,</L>
<L>Till thou can&s;t fini&s;h 'em, e'en venture it,</L>
<L>A carele&s;s da&s;h does &s;omtimes bravely hit.</L>
<L>Draw then the di&s;contented Factious crew</L>
<L>Of Di&s;affected Brethren; let us view</L>
<L>Their Faces well, and we &s;hall ea&s;ily find,</L>
<L>Their &s;ecret thoughts by th' Index of the mind.</L>
<L>Draw biting Lips, and &s;ullen frowning Brow,</L>
<L>And hands lift up betwixt a Cur&s;e and Vow:</L>
<L>Paint this half drawing out his angry Sword,</L>
<L>That weeping for the people of the Lord,</L>
<L>Who for the Go&s;pel were in Battle &s;lain,</L>
<L>Or by the Common En'my Captive tane.</L>
<L>Let ha&s;ty blood mount in that manly Face,</L>
<L>There let it &s;neak, and give pale Choler place.</L>
<L>Here Paint one raving, raging, &s;taring mad;</L>
<L>Thus di&s;appointed after &s;eeking Gad!</L>
<L>Thus by ill Conduct, and ba&s;e Cowardice,</L>
<L>To &s;poil the <HI>Good Old Cau&s;e,</HI> and ope' the Eyes</L>
<L>Of Wicked men, to &s;ee and Triumph too;</L>
<L>What ha&s;t thou done Lard? Lard! What mu&s;t we do?</L>
<L>Could not th' impatient Brethren &s;tay till we</L>
<L>Had fully hatcht a New Con&s;piracy,</L>
<L>No King, or el&s;e of Clouts, till we had made,</L>
<L>(That is a Glorious King) they might have &s;taid:</L>
<PB N="4" REF="8">
<L>But thus with Shell on head, and callow wing,</L>
<L>Thus run away! Lard! This was &s;uch a thing!</L>
<L>Now &s;hould we &s;trive to lend our helping hand</L>
<L>To work Salvation, th' wicked of the Land</L>
<L>Will call't Rebellion: and &s;hould they prevail,</L>
<L>We can expect no Mercy, if we fail</L>
<L>In our attempt, no &s;econd Amne&s;ty</L>
<L>Can e're be hop'd, Ah! No Indempnity!</L>
<L>Painter, clo&s;e up thy Piece, expo&s;e't to view;</L>
<L>'Twill meet with various Cen&s;ures: But 'tis true.</L>
<L>Till the next time we meet, Painter Adieu.</L>
</LG>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To the KING.</HEAD>
<L>HAil Mighty <HI>Charles!</HI> Joy of our Lives and Eyes:</L>
<L>Born and pre&s;erv'd, re&s;tor'd in wondrous wi&s;e!</L>
<L>At la&s;t take pity of a Glorious State,</L>
<L>Shook by the Malice, and the re&s;tle&s;s Hate,</L>
<L>Of Undermining Foes, and Treacherous Friends,</L>
<L>By diff'ring methods driving the &s;ame ends.</L>
<L>Papi&s;t and Presbyterian both combine,</L>
<L>And <HI>Samp&s;ons</HI> flaming Foxes Tails-conjoyn</L>
<L>To R<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">b thee of thy Crown, and to de&s;troy,</L>
<L>With thee our Lives, Religion, Liberty.</L>
<L><HI>Rome</HI> and <HI>Geneva,</HI> both &s;trive to pull down</L>
<L>The Envi'd Mitre and Imperial Crown.</L>
<L>The Royal Martyr <HI>Charles,</HI> the Wi&s;e, the Ju&s;t,</L>
<L>Commands you to forgive, but never tru&s;t.</L>
<L>Lo&s;e not your Friends in hopes your Foes to gain,</L>
<L>Eternal hates are reconcil'd in vain.</L>
<L>You are no longer &s;afe than they want power,</L>
<L>No Monarch after that can Reign an hour.</L>
<L>Cheri&s;h you Friends if Scepters you will &s;way,</L>
<L>And Rule your Subjects many a happy day.</L>
<L>Defend that Faith which does defend your Crown,</L>
<L>Which Chri&s;t fir&s;t taught, which all true Chri&s;tians own:</L>
<L>Who teaches any other, comes from Hell;</L>
<L>The Dev'l fir&s;t did, then taught men to Rebel.</L>
<L>Read all the re&s;t in the late Rebel <HI>Scot,</HI></L>
<L>There is enough to &s;hew a &s;econd Plot.</L>
<L>The Banks are yet intire, 'tis not too late</L>
<L>To &s;top another Deluge o're the State.</L>
<L>Who his to morrow tru&s;ts for &s;afety, may,</L>
<L>Before it comes be ruined by delay.</L>
<L>To &s;peak bold truths Poets and Painters dare,</L>
<L>Believe them, Mighty Sir, Believe, Beware!</L>
<L>Nothing can &s;ave us from a dreadful Doom,</L>
<L>But what &s;ecures from Faction and from <HI>Rome.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="1" REF="8">
<HEAD>THE Je&s;uites Advice TO THE PAINTER: <HI>&V;pon the DEATH of</HI> VVilliam Howard, Late Vi&s;count Stafford.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat damn'd dull Dog was that that did Advi&s;e</L>
<L>So poorly to depict ROME'S Treacheries?</L>
<L>And in &s;uch mean Pedantick Strains to call</L>
<L>An Art-le&s;s Painter to her Funeral:</L>
<L>Sure One that had no Soul, but what was Lent,</L>
<L>And from &s;ome ful&s;om Dunghil hither &s;ent!</L>
<L>Fond Poet, ROME's not dead nor dying! &s;he</L>
<L>Will yet Survive your grand Cata&s;trophe:</L>
<L>And all her Martyred Saints &s;hall from the Dead</L>
<L>Ari&s;e, and Plant their Tryumphs on her head;</L>
<L>Such Glories her predicted Fall attend.</L>
<L>As will in a Victorious Conque&s;t End:</L>
<L>With what dull Ver&s;e, with what in&s;ipid Spell,</L>
<L>Do&s;t thou lay down the Stratagems of Hell?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>ALl you infernal Sp'rits from Styg'a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Lake,</L>
<L><HI>Requiems</HI> &s;ing for our dear <HI>Stafford's</HI> &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ke,</L>
<L>Who to the La&s;t, unto his late&s;t Breath,</L>
<L>Our cau&s;e maintain'd, and &s;eal'd it by his Death,</L>
<L>Paint this Fam'd Hero Innocent and Great&punc;</L>
<L>Make him a Saint in &s;pite of <HI>Jove</HI> and Fate&punc;</L>
<L>Let his Cur&s;t Trea&s;ons <HI>Loyalty</HI> &s;upplant,</L>
<L>Ten Rebels make for one Damn'd Prote&s;tant,</L>
<L>By his la&s;t Traiterous Breath, let him create,</L>
<L>Ten hundred Thou&s;and Traytors to the State,</L>
<PB N="2" REF="9">
<L>And now with Hell let him once more combine,</L>
<L>Implore its Aid, to drive on Our De&s;igne.</L>
<L>Lay all the Kingdom wa&s;te, and in a Word</L>
<L>Put all the <HI>Hereticks</HI> to Fire and Sword;</L>
<L>Leave not a Child of Two years old to tell,</L>
<L>That ever here, a Prote&s;tant did dwell.</L>
<L>But that the&s;e Things may fully take Effect,</L>
<L>No Mercy &s;hew to young, nor old re&s;pect;</L>
<L>When we <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ud Ble&s;&s;ings give, Know then we Cur&s;e,</L>
<L>If we advi&s;e to Kill, you mu&s;t do wor&s;e.</L>
<L>When we Obedience preach, 'tis our Intent,</L>
<L>Rebels to be to King and Parliament.</L>
<L>Turn all Things up&s;ide down, till <HI>Rome</HI> and Fate,</L>
<L>Become the ample Guardians of the State.</L>
<L>'Till we involve i'th Tye of humane Blood,</L>
<L>What no Age knew or ever Under&s;tood,</L>
<L>A&s;&s;i&s;t my Mu&s;e, from the Infernal <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">IT!</L>
<L>Whence Je&s;uites draw their Aby&s;s of Wit:</L>
<L>All you dear Brothers of the Holy League,</L>
<L><HI>Ital<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ans, Spani&s;h, Briti&s;h, French</HI> and <HI>Teagu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">,</HI></L>
<L>Con&s;pire in one, both Hell and <HI>Rome</HI> predict,</L>
<L>Your good Succe&s;s; our PLOT to like effect.</L>
<L>Damn that ignoble Painter that does Limn,</L>
<L>The Holy PLOT, in Characters &s;o dim:</L>
<L>In &s;tead of Poy&s;on, Pi&s;tol, or a Stab,</L>
<L>Paint Unbelief, no Faith but in a<NOTE N="&dagger;" PLACE="marg">T<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e Romi&s;h Church.</NOTE> Drab.</L>
<L>In &s;tead of Gallows, Torture and Defence,</L>
<L>Draw faithful Guilt, in &s;hape of Innocence.</L>
<L>Limn to the Life; Make our hang'd Saints ari&s;e,</L>
<L>Convert the Sceen, Draw Murther in Di&s;gui&s;e:</L>
<L>From &s;leep a&s;cents to Happine&s;s and Bli&s;s,</L>
<L>Where you de&s;ign to Kill, there paint a Ki&s;s.</L>
<L>Propound, confound, de&s;i&s;t, repent, recant,</L>
<L>Paint holy &mdash; a Zealous Prote&s;tant:</L>
<L>Give him the Oath, and &s;wear him to maintain</L>
<L>Reformed Faith in a true Popi&s;h Strain.</L>
<L>This does indeed look &s;omething like our Selves:</L>
<L>Knit in a My&s;tique tye with Saints and Elves.</L>
<L>But to proceed, where Ma&s;&s;acres &s;hould &s;tand,</L>
<L>There paint the Plague, by it a Happy Land.</L>
<L>For Towns burnt down, and Cities in a Flame,</L>
<L>Draw there the Pope his Holine&s;&s;e's Name.</L>
<L>By <HI>Pluto's</HI> &s;ide Limn Hope and pawned <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">aith,</L>
<L>And neer their Feet <HI>Di&s;covery</HI> and <HI>Death.</HI></L>
<L>Depict Di&s;covery fearful in a Throng,</L>
<L>Make dreadful Death as <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">tiful and young:</L>
<PB N="3" REF="9">
<L>And for a Murdred Prince a Virgin draw,</L>
<L>Crown'd with Religion, Priviledg and Law:</L>
<L>Within her Arms, lay all the Holy PLOT;</L>
<L>All what is yet de&s;ign'd, and what is not.</L>
<L>All things propos'd for Mi&s;chief to en&s;ue,</L>
<L>Paint in no fading colors but in Blew,</L>
<L>That all our holy Order may at &s;ight,</L>
<L>In a Di&s;gui&s;e &s;ee the Effects of Night.</L>
<L>DANBY's pernicious Council place alone,</L>
<L>Which, for the Kingdoms good, engrave in &s;tone,</L>
<L>And near the &s;ame, let his dear per&s;on &s;tand,</L>
<L>Loaden with Crimes,<NOTE N="&dagger;" PLACE="marg">A Pardon.</NOTE> High Trea&s;on in his hand.</L>
<L>Upom his hardned Forehead, paint in Red,</L>
<L>The Dreadful Gho&s;t of GODFREY from the Dead:</L>
<L>But clear him of the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ult; Be &s;ure to &s;tate</L>
<L>The Heretick's the Author of his Fate.</L>
<L>For th' other ill affected Lords, &s;et down</L>
<L>No Trea&s;on, but a&s;piring to a Crown.</L>
<L>Upon their Shoulders make Religion &s;tand;</L>
<L>But give her Wings, and Gold in either hand:</L>
<L>Make her &s;pit Fire which for the Churches good.</L>
<L>See that you quench with the whole Nations blood.</L>
<L>This done, in place of con&s;ecrated Knives,</L>
<L>Put a long Chain of Prayers and Popi&s;h Lives,</L>
<L>And though we Swear, For-&s;wear, and Lie, yet Paint,</L>
<L>A Je&s;uite no Devil but a Saint.</L>
<L>For deep Rebellion of a Purple Dye,</L>
<L>Draw humble Supplicants to Maje&s;ty,</L>
<L>Where Foreiners de&s;ign for to invade,</L>
<L>No Armies put, but Languor, Fear and Dread.</L>
<L>Depo&s;e Great <HI>Lewis</HI> from his glorious Throne,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t we unite the&s;e Kingdoms to his own.</L>
<L>Before tho&s;e Kings which we are to Delude,</L>
<L>Draw Pro&s;trate Je&s;uites in Blood imbru'd.</L>
<L>In a deep Dungeon the Inqui&s;ition place,</L>
<L>Not with an Horrid, but a Plea&s;ing Face.</L>
<L>All that we have to do, is to deceive,</L>
<L>And the Mi&s;guided World of Sen&s;e bereave.</L>
<L>A Conque&s;t we de&s;ign o'th Briti&s;h Land,</L>
<L>Whom we intend &s;hall fall, pray here let &s;tand.</L>
<L>Fal&s;hood and Victory joyn, and in a Line,</L>
<L>Make Breach of Faith re&s;emble Truth Divine.</L>
<L>We're now &s;pur d on, with flames of Rage and Lu&s;t,</L>
<L>To lay the Credulous World in Blood and Du&s;t:</L>
<L>O're-turn the Pillars of the Univer&s;e,</L>
<L>And Tragick Scenes of Cruelty rehear&s;e.</L>
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<L>Make Monarchs fall upon their Sulphury Lees,</L>
<L>And trembling &s;eize upon their feeble Knees.</L>
<L>Bring all into a Chaos, as at fir&s;t,</L>
<L>Before the Product of the Earth was cur&s;t:</L>
<L>In &s;tead of Waters, let the Rivers &s;well,</L>
<L>With human Blood, &s;ent headlong down to Hell:<NOTE PLACE="marg">As in Queen <HI>Marys</HI> days.</NOTE></L>
<L>Whil&s;t raging Flames, their Lifele&s;s Corps de&s;troy,</L>
<L>And fix the Periods of the Nations joy.</L>
<L>Breath nothing but Revenge with Fire and Sword,</L>
<L>Give the pernicious<NOTE N="&dagger;" PLACE="marg">Ma&s;&s;acre.</NOTE> Pe&s;tilence the word:</L>
<L>And that Hells deep De&s;ign may take Effect,</L>
<L>All Villanies per&s;ue, no Crimes reject.</L>
<L>Bring to Confu&s;ion what&s;o'er you meet,</L>
<L>Hell guid your Souls, whil&s;t Rome directs your f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">et;</L>
<L>So may the Painters hand be guided too,</L>
<L>Contriving to Contrive, how to undo.</L>
<L>Honour depre&s;s, In&s;ult upon, degrade,</L>
<L>Let Perjur'd ba&s;ene&s;s Royal Thrones invade:</L>
<L>Be kind to none that Villany dete&s;t,</L>
<L>Or harbour Gen'rous Thoughts within their bre&s;t.</L>
<L>But &s;ee you make the Martyrdom proceed,</L>
<L>From tho&s;e, to whom, by Us it is decreed.</L>
<L>Upon their Brows plant Vengeance; and we'll &s;mite</L>
<L>Tho&s;e wretched Catiffs to Eternal Night.</L>
<L>This is the Judgment, the Decree is Seal'd;</L>
<L>Nor can it be revok'd tho 't be reveal'd.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>T. Davies.</HI> 1681.</P>
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