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<HEAD>A RELATION Of the Defeat of the Rebels in the We&s;t, With an Account of their Plundering and De|facing the Cathedral Church at <HI>Wells,</HI> &amp;c.</HEAD>
<P>STop <HI>Perkin,</HI> &s;top; <HI>Perkin Warbeck,</HI> Prince Pretty-man of <HI>Lime,</HI> the <HI>Taunton</HI> Comet, and <HI>Ignis Fatuus</HI> of the <HI>We&s;t,</HI> has with open Violence broken into the Church of <HI>Wells,</HI> thrown the Pulpit out of the Windows, and run away with the Roof. He hath Rob'd us of all our Spiritual Orna|ments, like Sir <HI>William Waller,</HI> all under pretence of <HI>Popi&s;h Re|liques;</HI> Con&s;ecrated <HI>Plate, Gallons</HI> and <HI>Pottles:</HI> We have not a <HI>Cup</HI> nor <HI>Chalice</HI> left to wet the Lips of a Thir&s;ty Sinner.</P>
<P>Oh! 'tis a di&s;mal pain! We may all Ring backwards now; this Cacafogo has &s;et the Church on Fire, and melted down all the <HI>Leads.</HI> Yes&punc; we may Ring, and make a noi&s;e till our Tongues drop out of our Mouths, and our Breeches be expos'd to the open Air: None will be &s;o Charitable to cover our Naked|ne&s;s: What &s;hall we do? Set Fire to our Wheels, and Hang our &s;elves to an Eternal Silence in our own Ropes? No matter, for &s;hould we be for ever Silent, all the Land will Ring of this Action; not a <HI>Pancridge</HI> with a Brace of Candle&s;ticks, but in a lamentable Knell will bewail the misfortune, and de&s;olate E&s;tate of <HI>Wells</HI> and <HI>Gla&s;&s;enbury.</HI></P>
<P>The Grove A&s;&s;emblies and Field Conventicles will only Envy us, who mu&s;t needs now conclude our Conver&s;ation to be there, who have no other Roof but Heaven for our Covering. Be&s;ides in this time of the Warfare of the Saints, when Stables are Churches, it may prevent our <HI>Cathedral</HI> from being turn'd into Stables, for &s;uch Conver&s;ions are u&s;ual with the Saints, where Rebellion is Religion, and Sacriledge Devotion. But who &s;ays <HI>Perkin</HI> has no Devotion, that can Whine out a Religious Cant with <HI>Fergu&s;on,</HI> and has his Pockets &s;tuft with Bibles like <HI>Olivers Porter.</HI> O brave <HI>Perkin!</HI> There's your <HI>True blew Prote&s;tant,</HI> who in Defyance of <HI>Popery,</HI> has vow'd to &s;upport the <HI>Go&s;pel</HI> by De|facing the <HI>Cathedrals,</HI> and Batter <HI>Babylon</HI> by Erecting <HI>Babel.</HI> This
<PB REF="3" MS="y">is a Method the very <HI>Papi&s;ts,</HI> nay the <HI>Pope</HI> him&s;elf wou'd For|&s;wear; to take up Unju&s;t Arms again&s;t <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI> and Settle Religion by pulling down the <HI>Churches.</HI> 'Tis a &s;tretch beyond the Bold|ne&s;s of <HI>Ab&s;alom</HI> to Rob the Sacred Temple, and bring the Spoil into the Tents of <HI>I&s;rael.</HI></P>
<P>But why this Religious Plunder? On what Golden foundati|on on does he intend to build his Church, that will not admit a Leaden Roof to &s;tand? Was it out of Zeal to the Cau&s;e? Or Covetou&s;ne&s;s of the Lead, to find them Victuals or Ammunition? Had it been <HI>Iri&s;h Slate,</HI> it might have &s;erv'd to Heal the Soldiers Bruizes, and to Clean&s;e ill Blood, or but good whole&s;ome Straw, it might have &s;erv'd for Provinder for his Hor&s;es&punc; but Lead, and &s;o many Tun too; &s;ave us from a great Gun. If the Rebels have &s;uch <HI>O&s;tridge</HI> Stomachs, that they can dige&s;t <HI>Mettal,</HI> Lead, and cold Iron; &s;ure they had their Bellies full on <HI>Munday</HI> la&s;t, enough to furni&s;h them for a Voyage into the other World, when &s;everal thou&s;ands with <HI>Fergu&s;on,</HI> lay dead upon the &s;pot, and all it's thought, of a Surfeit of too much Lead, of over-charging the Carca&s;s with cold-Iron.</P>
<P>The Tyrant, who to &s;upply his pre&s;ent occa&s;ion, with a touch turn'd the Leads of St. <HI>Peters</HI>-Church of <HI>Rome</HI> into Gold; had &s;ome <HI>Phylo&s;opher,</HI> who pretended it was done by the power of the Sun-beams reflecting &s;o many years upon the Elevated Roof. But thou ha&s;t no more of Wit, than the <HI>Phylo&s;ophers</HI>-Stone, who can make no other conver&s;ion of Lead but into Bullets, which return ten fold upon thy &s;elf, or hammer it out into half-pence for want of <HI>Money,</HI> (as the <HI>Saxons</HI> did their Leather) bearing the Character of thy name, that is to thy Eternal memory, <HI>Rebel, Traytor,</HI> Son of a W&mdash;,</P>
<P>Poor <HI>Perkin,</HI> I ever fear'd the ill con&s;equence of thy folly and groundle&s;s ambition; thy robbing of Churches, <HI>Rape</HI> and <HI>Plun|der,</HI> were but ill Omens, and could never come to a better end. How could&s;t thou expect to come off with the lo&s;s of le&s;s than 15 hundred after the robbing of a Cathedral, when <HI>Camby&s;es</HI> lo&s;t 50 thou&s;and for but attempting to Plunder the Temple of <HI>Jupiter Ammon,</HI> but a Heathen Deity? there were others who far'd no better at <HI>Delphos,</HI> but what were either de&s;troyed &s;oon after, or ruin'd in the attempt: This I fear will be thy Fate &s;uddenly, and all thy ungracious Adherents, with <HI>Grey, Goodenough,</HI> and the re&s;t; when thou after &s;o great a Defeat, pa&s;t all Hope, as well as Grace, will come to &s;ome unlucky end, and we again &s;hall have a new Roof, and flouri&s;h in &s;pight of <HI>Sacriledge</HI> and <HI>Rebellion.</HI></P>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>T. N. Anno Domini,</HI> 1685.</P>
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