A Song
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A SONG OR, STORY, FOR THE LASTING REMEMbrance of diverse famous works, which GOD hath done in our time.
WITH AN ADDITION OF certain other Verses (both Latin and English) to the same purpose.
PSAL. 107.8.
O that men would praise the Lord for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!
LONDON, Printed by R. Young for I. Bartlet, at the golden Cup in Cheape-side. 1626.
The Introduction from out of the XXXI. of Deuteronomy, where God chargeth Moses to make his Song.
BEhold thou shalt with thy forefathers sleep,
As for this people, [whom thou art to leave
They will not long my Testimonies keep,
"Though now they seem to them so fast to cleave]
"But they will rise up [after thou art gone,
"To scorn my Word, and trample it upon.]
"After the gods a whoring will they run
"Of the strange people which are in the land,
"Whither they go to take possession,
["And them amongst to fixe their wandering band.]
"Me will they cast away, (and are so weak)
"My [holy] Cou'nant, made with them to break.
"Then shall my wrath against them kindled be,
"Even in that day [my fury shall be hot,]
"Them I will forsake, that have forsaken me,
"And hide my face from them that me forgot.
"And they shall of their foes be eaten up,
"Tasting of heavy woe and bitter cup.
"So that themselves shall be enforcit to say,
"In midst of sorrow [Came not all these woes,
"On us, because our God is gone away,
"'Mong us no longer to have his repose?]
"I will from them in hiding hide my face,
"That evils-all, and other gods embrace.
"Now therefore write you, for yourselves, this song,
"Which thou mayst teach the Isralytish fry,
"Putting the same into their mouth, [and tongue]
"That it for me gainst them may testify;
"For I will them into the country lead,
"By oath unto their fathers promised.
"[The Country,] which with milk & honey flows,
"Where, having eat their fill and waxen fat,
"Unto strange gods they will their heart dispose,
"And worship them [upon their faces flat;]
"But me they will contemptuously provoke,
"Breaking my Cou'nant, [casting off my yoke.]
"And it shall be, when many evils-sore
"Shall them befall, & make them much complain,
"This song shall witness, [if there were no more,]
"(In mouth of all their seed still to remain)
"That I foreknew, whats in their heart or hand
"Before I bring them to the promised land.
Who so would see this song of heau'nly choice,
Penn'd by that holy shephard, Isrells guide,
And sweetly vtterd with a swan-like voice,
When here his soul no longer might abide;
Let him unto that holy fountain go,
From whence such streams do plentifully flow.
For what is there to Israel committed,
Hath a more large and general extent,
And to our present times may well be fitted.
Now is that wall of separation down,
Now that is ours, which then was their renown.
And oh that in their holy name alone,
And other graces, we did them succeed!
Oh that their falsehood and rebellion
Had not in us like bitter root and breed!
Oh that by their example we might see,
Such thoughts, such deeds, such sorrows how to flee!
For us, another Canan is provided,
Far better; better milk, and better honey.
We look our spirits should ere long be guided,
To heau'n it self, where without price or monie,
We shall enjoy what here we may but taste,
A joyful-blessed life for aye to last.
Oh then! what manner ones should we be here?
And how refined should be both life and heart?
Not like this world, but like our Country deer,
Where none but holy ones have any part.
We need not fear these Canaanites to follow:
Who be all perfect, none unsound or hollow.
Ye that in Zion are secure, awake;
Ye that do waver in a Sea of doubt,
How long wilt be, ere the right way ye-take,
Halting no more or compassing about?
Or God or Baal, Christ or Mass adore;
Choose which you will: serve one, but halt on more.
Remember who it is that witness bare,
"Even that
Amen
the witness true and sure,
"Who made all creatures to be what they are,
"I know thy works [they cannot proof endure]
"Thou art not cold, nor art thou hot enough,
"I would thou wert key-cold, or hot in love.
"Since then that Luke-warm is the frame & mold
["Which all this while and after all my cost,]
"Thou hast attained; neither hot nor cold
["So that my labor seems to be but lost,]
"I am resolu'd, [Consider what I say]
"Out of my mouth to spew thee quite away.
Oh heavy doom, how can we choose but tremble!
"We say we are rich, and full, and nothing need:
"But God knows all; [he knows how we dissemble]
"Poor, wretched-caytifes, without sight or weed;
"Buy then of him, gold, robes, & ointmēt bright,
"Rich, clothed, to make us; and of clearer sight.
Then shall we see the end of all his threts,
(That he an holy awe might keep us in;)
And why his naked glittering sword a whets,
(That we might all repent us of our sin;)
And why he doth such strange deliu'rance send,
(That we might praise him, and our lives amend.)
This very end it was that moved me,
(Though not so fit, to undertake the task,)
To frame this song, or story (as you see)
(Be sure the liquor's good, what ere the cask.)
For here, as in a glass, you may behold,
The works that God hath wrought, some new some old
Yet none so old, but young men may remember
The farthest works that here I shall recite;
Have they been hid as under heaps of ember?
Now would I rake them up into the light.
Indeed they are not hid, but men are blind,
And loath to call the works of God to mind.
For diverse worthy ones with faithful pen,
Have writ the most that I am writing here,
Calling to praise of God unthankful men
(Which might their souls unto his grace endeere)
But oh! how few do prize such godly pains,
Or reap unto themselves such profer'd gains?
Yet will I venture; all are not alike;
God will have praises (for they be his due,)
A silly rod the stony rock may strike,
A silly song forgotten works renew.
If men be mute, then babes; if babes, an Ass
Or else the stones, shall bring God's will to pass.
And if you will have me tell you all my heart,
It is not my hope (yet would I not presage)
That
men
will take my plainness in good part.
But come, ye children, ye of tender age,
This unto you I write, and thus in verse,
That ye might best conceive, learn, and rehearse.
Come children, hearken and consider well,
God's Word will teach you best, but works withal
(Such works as I shall very plainly tell)
Will teach you how with fear on God to call.
Thou Lord, which dost the little ones affect,
Let this poor song thy little ones direct.
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A Song of Thanksgiuing for the lasting Remembrance of God's wonderful works, never to be forgotten.
1588.
FIrst, I will begin with Eightie eight,
That most admyred year,
Whenit was in king of Spain's conceit
Ore's all to domineer.
The Seas were spread with stately sails,
Their men and their Munition
Were all prepared, without fail
To bring us to perdition.
How many scores of Shipping-tall,
And of their Gallyes long!
How many Regiments withal
Of Soldiers stout and strong!
How many hundred Horse to praunce,
And Mules for carriage meet!
How many thousand Ordinance
Were carried in the Fleet!
How many hundred thousand pound
Of Powder and of Bullet!
How many millions were found
Of victuals for the Gullet!
Who so would make a just account
Must reckon with the least,
For to such number all amount
As cannot be expressed.
Besides, great store and company
Of tearing torturing whips,
And instruments of cruelty,
Provided in their Ships;
As meaning not to be so kind,
Our blood at once to spill,
But by our lingering pain, their mind
And bloody lusts to fill.
From seven years old, (or if not so,
From ten and so forth on)
All had been killd, both high and low,
Their sword could light upon.
Virgins had dyde, when they had first
The Virgins honor lost:
Women vnript, on Speares accurst,
Had seen their Infants tost.
The children, whom they meant to save,
With brand of Iron-hot,
Were in their face (like Indian slave,)
To bear a seared spot.
Their soul (alas) had been a spoil
To soul-destroying Pope;
Their bodies spent in restless toile,
Without all ease or hope.
There were but few that should obtain.
This mercy, which was such
As if you reckon up the gain,
You will say it was not much.
Yea, they that seru'd the Romish gods
Had been within the hem
Of Spanish sword, which knew noods
(Or small,) twixt us and them.
For death of Catholics (quoth they)
We need not to be sory:
Their souls shall go the Catholic way,
To Heaven or Purgatory.
As for their wealth and dignity,
All this for us doth make;
For all (how much so ere it be,)
Shall fall unto our stake.
Oh blessed fowls! what better course
The highest heaven to merit,
Than if such Catholics, perforce,
Their lands and goods inherit?
Such Catholics as had the Popes
Most solemn blessing past,
To all that would their wealth and hopes,
Into this Navy cast.
For (you must know) the Popes Crusade
Was sent, or gentle Bull,
To all that would this great Armade,
Enrich with purses full.
Or, gave a man a lesser fleece,
Who so gave what they could,
Were quit, for thirteen pence a piece,
of all sins, new and old.
Thus went the Host to sea with fame,
Renowned there to brave it;
The Invincible Navy
was the name
Their holy Father gave it.
Nor doubted they to make their songs,
Of triumph before hand,
As if already Spanish throngs
Had conquered our Land.
(
Mendoz'
mendaciously begun,
In France to give it out,
[England is won, All England won,
Their forces put to rout.]
Medyna
was the Admiral
Of this new Christened Fleet,
Who left his wife, friends, goods and all,
In zeal (but indiscreet.)
He sought to Christ and
Mary
both,
And to all Saints beside;
Sole Christ to credit very loath,
In doubtful wind and tide.
Our little Fleet in July first,
Their mighty Fleet did view:
She came but with a softly course,
Though winds behind her blew.
Her front much like the Moon was crookit,
(The horns seven miles asunder)
Her Mastes like stately towers looked,
The Ocean groaning under.
And now, behold, they were at hand,
Daring our English Borders,
Making full sure to bring our land
Under their Spanish orders.
But God above, laughing to scorn
Their wicked wile, and wealth,
To his Anointed raised an horn
Of hope and saving health.
Prince, Prophets, people, jointly cried
To CHRIST ALONE for aid;
Whose power invincible was tried
With Banner all-displayd.
That noble
Drake
drave on apace,
And made the Spaniard dive;
And
Hawkins
followed hard the chase,
(As Hawk doth Couee drive.)
With these, well forbisht
Forbisher,
Their Navy did assayle:
All at her back did thunder her
And swept away her tail.
Those were the Worthies three, which first,
(Next to their Admiral)
Ventur'd the hostile ranks to burst,
(Spite of their
Don-Recall
)
And many moe of great renown
Did bravely play their part,
In skill and valor putting down
The Spanish strength and art.
But why do I record the men,
That fought with such as brau'd us?
I said, (and so I say agen,)
[It was the Lord that sau'd us.]
He armed from heaven his mighty host,
To batter Babel-towers:
His Angels (though unseen) oppoz'd
Their side, and helped ours.
"They which to Creatures yield the trust
"From the Creator taken,
"Of him and them it is most just
"They should be quite forsaken.
The blustering winds, the swelling waves,
The crackes of flashing fire,
Each in their turn did check the braves
Of Spain's enraged Ire.
Eight of our Ships, of wild-fire, pitch,
Rosen and brimstone full,
And such like other matter which
Was most combustible,
Were set on fire; and (guided well)
In secret of the night,
By help of wind, it them befell
On Spanish Fleet to light.
The Spaniards saw how near they came,
(At Anchor as they lay,)
The Sea all-bright with shining flame
(As if it had been day.)
Who fearing lest our Ships (beside
The hurt of fiery crack)
Might with some deadly engines ride,
Unto their utter wrack:
All lifting up with one consent
An hideous woeful cry,
Did fill with bitterest lament
The Ocean and the Sky.
Some pull up Anchors, some for hast
Their massy Cables cut:
They set up Sayles, and all-agast,
Their hand to Owers put.
And, smitten with a pannicke terror,
Confusedly they fled,
As whom their own bewitching error,
To shame and sorrow led.
They fled with shame, the way they came,
One from another scattered:
Their Shipping tall with Cannon ball,
Was soundly beat and battred.
Their reckoning was, that Parmaes Duke,
Should help them with his force;
But God his courage did rebuke,
From taking such a course.
It is best, thought he, for me and mine,
To keep us where we are;
For they (we see) are fain to whine.
That ventured so far.
Our Holland-friends with us kept watch,
Upon the Coast of Flanders:
He might have soon met with his match,
If not with his Commanders.
Yet at the last he was so stout,
(When to the Lady of
Hall,
His vows were paid on knees devout)
His Armed troupes to call;
With whom he did to Dunkerk pass
(But later than was meet,)
So that by some he twitted was,
As false to Spanish Fleet.
Thus were they left of God and men,
To wracks of wind and weather.
Their thoughts were high before; but then,
They fainted all together.
They came not forth so thick before,
But now they went as thin,
Their numbers were abated sore,
That numberless had been.
"As
Saul
did
Amalek,
or worse,
"They vowd us all to handle,
"As whom their
Balaam
did curse
"With Book, and Bell, and Candle.
"But they themselves combining thus,
"Were the true
Amalek
-brood,
"Of God accurst for cursing us,
"In their malicious mood.
"Themselves were made a gazing stock,
"A by-word and reproach,
"Upon the Israelitish flock,
"Presuming to encroach.
Thus might they ban their Idol gods,
With discontented lours,
And well perceive the mighty ods,
Between
their
faith and
ours.
"For though sometime, the way is not
"Best, that hath best success;
"And 't may be holy Zion's lot,
"To suffer great distress:
"Nor is a Church prou'd good or ill;
"By any outward things;
"But that is known for Zion-hill.
"That Scripture warrant brings
"Yet such as Idols do adore,
"Or Christ an Idol make,
"Preferring Idols him before,
"Or parting them a stake;
"What heavy dooms do them abide,
"Come from God's wrath above;
"As what the Saints doth well betyde,
"Confirmes them in his love.
"Thus God in days of elder hue
"Did take his people's part,
"When Egypt's King did them pursue,
"Into the red Seas heart.
"Their wheels fell off, and Chariots went,
"Full soft (for all their frowning)
"And then by flying back they meant,
"To save themselves from drowning.
"They said before,
We will them follow,
"And take, and put to foil;
"They are a prey for us to swallow,
"And for our sword to spoil.
"But byand by they changed their song,
"Oh let us flee apace,
"God doth the Hebrews fight among,
"To kill us in this place.
"For God with sudden winds did blow,
"Upon the heaped waves,
"And made them soon to overflow,
"The proud in all their braves.
"They sank as led in waters gulf,
"Horse, Chariots, men, and all.
"The Sheep escapit, the cruel Wolf
"Himself did get the fall.
"Then
Moses
sang victoriosly,
"And all his saved train,
"Led through the Sea most gloriously,
"To the dry land again.
"They looked back, and saw their foes
"Floating some here, some there,
"Whom late and long they feared, those
"They ceased now to fear.
"The women sang with pleasant voice,
"At
Myriams
direction,
"With dance, and Timbrells merry noise,
"For this so rare protection.
What better type of England's bliss,
Saved from Spanish fury?
The Sea, that was our safety, is
A grave our foes to bury.
Even now, we heard of their approach,
(Who feared not that heard it?)
But by and by, to their reproach,
They fled before they feared it.
Not above fifteen of our Ships,
did bear the battles brunt,
Which, being light, with nimble skips,
Did theirs at pleasure hunt.
Nor was there any shipping lost,
Of ours, save only one;
And that our enemies dearly cost,
(Better they th'ad letit alone.)
When many hundreds had been slain
For one of ours, or less,
Chased away with broken train,
They wandered in distress.
With tempests they were tost and shaken,
(All Britain driu'n about:)
Some drowned in the deep, some taken,
Where they could ill get out.
Some of them cast on Scottish shores,
(And by the Kings release,
More than seven hundred soldiers
Were sent away in peace.)
On Irish shores were others cast,
(Who fared not so well,)
Wild Irish, Fowl, foul weathers blast,
Upon these fiercely fell.
Their Navy, which with wondrous cost,
Was full three years preparing,
In one months space was (wellnigh) lost,
Without our cost or caring.
(I say it was not cost so much
Or care of ours preuaild,
But God would have the pride of such
As fought against him, quaild.)
Of all their goodly ships remaind
After this dismal war;
Scarce forty which at all attained,
To their own Hauens-bar.
And those that with so much ado,
At last arrived thither,
With heanie hearts needs must they go
All rent with war and weather.
No sooner came this happy news,
Unto our listening ear,
But all our sad laments and rues
Were turned to merry cheare.
Our VIRGIN-QVEENE with holy dance,
Unto her Timbrell sang,
Our land for this deliverance,
With shouting-Ecchoes rang.
Her soul had marched (like
Deborah
)
Amidst the armed train,
Her faith had scornd with holy laugh
The bragging Hoast of Spain.
In hottest danger did she rest,
Upon the Lord she seru'd;
And him in midst of triumph blest,
As he had well-deseru'd.
Unto the house of God she went,
In roy allest array,
With thankful and devout intent
Her promised vows to pay:
The Nobles her accompaned,
Each Citizen in color,
(The conquerd Banners fully spread,
To make the triumph fuller.)
The Preacher blaz'd with cheerful voice,
Our glorious preservation;
The Temple sounded with the noise,
Of joyful acclamation.
King
Philip's
friends did much condole,
To see his feats defeated,
True Brittayne lips seemed with a cole.
From heavenly Altar heated.
But, oh alas! the real thanks,
(Which is our lives amending)
Was far away; men of all rank.
Their wicked lusts defending.
God waited long for our return,
Unto a purer strain;
But we cast off his Word with spurn,
And horrible disdain.
This made our God bethink himself,
How to correct our sin,
As father whips his peevish else
That hath unruly been.
(When
Pharaohs
host was overthrown,
Yet no due fruit returned,
The wrath of God against his own,
Gaine-saying people burned.)
1603.
ANd first, our Queen
Elizabeth
Ended her life and Rain;
To show, that all hope is a breath,
Soone come, soon gone again;
Unless as children we depend
On God the surest stay;
Unless our hearts we fully bend,
His pleasure to obey.
Our grief was great for her decease,
No lesser was our fear,
But God did soon our souls release
And from all fainting rear.
Our Sun was set, but rose a fresh,
Our hearts were filled with laughter,
To see King
James
the Crown possess
So quietly, soon after.
No Spear against him lifted was,
At home nor yet abroad,
All as one man with common voice,
His coming did applaud.
But lest we should be over-joy'd,
And hope beyond all bounds,
Just then; our kingdom was annoy'd,
With Plague that all confounds:
I say, all such, in human prop,
As dare to put their trust,
Not caring all the while to lop,
Or leave their wicked lust.
Some three and twenty years ago,
(Or there about) at lest,
God smote the land withheauy blow
Of this contagious pest.
In three months space to death did pine
(Witness the London-bill,)
Thirty four thousand seventy nine,
Yet had not death his fill.
Three thousand three hundred eighty five,
In one week did depart,
And many thousands moe alive,
Remained sick at heart.
And in each County, City, Town,
Almost all England over,
Men of all sorts were smitten down,
Nor could themselves recover.
It should have then repented us,
Of our enormous life,
Whereby we forced our Father thus
To wrath and anger rise.
Though we would not repent, yet he
Repented never the less,
His tender bowels yearn'd to see
The depth of our distress.
His bow vnbent, his arrows keen
Were cast behind the back.
The flames which long full hot had been,
Were made ere long to slake.
We for all this, resolved not
More purely God to serve,
Therefore our foes deuis'd a plot,
Such as our sins deserve.
A plot (to think on) so abhor'd
As heart doth fear and quake,
A plot, that when I would record,
My pen and hand do shake.
1605.
FVll twenty year ago it was,
One thousand six hundred five,
When Papists, zealous for the Mass,
In England did contrive;
The King, Queen, Prince, and noble Peers,
The Prelate, Judge, and Knight,
And Burgesses, with powder fire
All at a clap to smite.
At Dunkerk, and at Lambeth both,
They did of things agree,
With solemn Sacramental oath,
Of deepest secrecy.
When Spanish Navy had no force,
Nor plots of foreign foes,
They meant to take a surer course,
The scapit bird to enclose.
That is, with Art to undermine
The house of Parliament,
(No fitter place to be the sign,
Of such a damned intent.)
There had the cruel Laws been made,
Against their Romish Priests,
There will they dig with cruel spade,
And meat their mining listes.
But who would tax (beside themselves,)
Of Rigour such a law,
As gave the use of life to Elues
That had so cursed a iaw?
A iaw so curstly-wide, as would
have swallowed at a bit,
Great England's head and body, should
The Lord have suffered it.
After some digging, they descry
A Cellar to be near,
Which they resolve to hire or buy,
Should it be nere so deer.
They laid their powder in this vault,
Full six and thirty barrels,
With one unheard-of deep assault,
To end their former quarrels.
(Note by the way the Romish Whore,
Hath barrels in her Cellar.
In March she brewed, or before,
But I will be bold to tell her;
Thy Christmas doth not yet approach
Why laist thou in so fast?
Before thy time, thou mean'st
••••
oach,
Thy brewing will be wast.)
Billets and Faggots hid this stuff,
Great stones and iron-crows,
(To cause a more massacring-puff
Were piled under those.
Now was Nouembers fifth at hand,
When ore this hellish pit,
Both head and body of the land
Were all at once to sit.
When furious
Fauxe
with matches three,
(For spicketts) was provided,
The rest of this fraternity,
Were very closely sided.
Monies they had good store, and horse,
(Some more than was their own.)
And thought to gather mighty force,
By roving up and down.
From Warwick-shire, to Woster-shire,
From thence to Stafford shire,
Thinking ere this, all Westminstire
Was over-turned with fire.
They made the world believe, they went
About a hunting match,
But for their spoil and booty, meant
Our souls and lives to catch.
When first th'ad got, by force of Arms,
The Lady
Elizabeth's
Grace,
Not doubting by their Popish charms;
Her conscience to deface:
And having blown away the King,
And royal issue male,
They thought, by Crowning her, to bring
Her will in servile thrall.
Then had they in her name forth sent
Good store of Proclamations,
Such as might fit with the intent
Of their imaginations.
Nor would they father by and by
The plot, (though 'twere their own,)
But meant the infamy should lie
Where it was quite unknown.
If you would know what kind of man,
They would have thus traduced,
Forsooth, it was the Puritan,
(So in their style abused.)
Indeed they meant the Protestants,
Should all be under guilt,
As if the blood of Popish Saints,
At once they would have spilled.
A Gull without all wit or sense
(What will not malice say?)
"The Wolf can soon find a pretence,
"Why the poor lamb to slay.
No, no: it was the Jesuit,
And Priests of Popish faction,
That brought them to this hideous pit,
Though they deny the action.
Our doctrine loyal is, and course,
Like to our doctrine, loyal;
They teach, (and put no less in force)
To crush the Scepter royal.
Who so their Antichristian sect
Will not with favor crown,
Let him be King, borne or elect,
They'l seek to pull him down.
And if their strength be not enough,
To bring about the matter,
Then Dagger, Dag, Fig, Powder-stuff,
Shall stab, shoot, poison, scatter.
Thus were their heads and hands at work,
Our State to overthrow,
Supposing all the while to lurk,
Under some fairer show.
But all this while they looked not
To God that viewed them well,
And laid all-ope their subtle plot,
Forg'd by the Devil of hell.
These privy works of wily men,
So long and close concealed,
By their own letter, hand, and pen,
Were suddenly revealed.
The hole was searched of crafty Cubs,
And then appeared plain,
The Wood, Stones, Iron, Gunpowder-tubs,
And all the powder-train.
At this Hell-mouth, with triple match,
(Darke Lantern in his hand,)
Stood
Fauxe
in dead of night, to watch,
And comers to withstand.
His watching had but ill event,
When from our watchful King,
Those noble Patriots were sent,
To find the secret thing.
He was in Bootes and best array,
('Twas fit it should be so,
Being to travail such a way,
As he least thought to go.)
He was not vext so much about,
His taking, or his shame,
As for his hap to be without,
When the Kings searchers came;
Else, he resolu'd, all void of grace,
(That might have made him quake,)
Them, and himself, with house and place,)
A ruinous heap to make.
About this time the hunting rout,
That were in Country mounted,
From Shire to Shire were hunted out,
And sturdily afrounted.
Nor needed greater power rise
Their mutinies to quail;
The Sheriffs power did suffice
To fetch them to the Jail.
They looked that all where ere they post
should like and help the fact,
Their reckoning was without the host
For all abhor'd their Act.
Yea, mark: the house that they were in
(As in a harbor sure,)
Might well convince them of their sin,
And practicing impure.
For as their powder was too dry,
(wherein they put there trust,)
They saw it was but vanity,
To hope in fickle dust;
Which (touched with a spark of fire,)
Hurt them by sudden flash,
That were inflamed with hot desire,
The highest Court to quash.
So their own powder did 'em tell,
To their own very face,
Their powder-workings were from Hell,
Most barbarous and base.
One of them dreamed over-night,
He saw strange looks and anticke;
Their morrow-faces in the light,
Proou'd this no fancy frantic.
He dreamed, at the same time, and place,
He saw strange tottring steeple,
Which did presage the tottring case,
Of this seduced people.
"They say our Churches are their own,
"Our bells, and steeples tall,
"But, striving for possession,
"They caught a fearful fall.
"They built Castles in the sky,
"(No marvel if they waver,
"The bird may build her nest on high,
(Not high enough to save her.)
And here it may not be forgot,
Catesby
himself was one,
(The first contriuer of this plot,)
Their powder flasht upon.
Instead of whirling into sky
Our Parliament, their own
Roofe (where they parl'd,) before their eye,
Into the sky was blown.
And a great powder-bag, (entire,)
Was blown up therewithal:
Which never taking any fire,
Came down full in the fall.
To show, that God doth over sway
Both fire and powder strong,
And doth their strength hold or allay,
As he sees right or wrong.
Suppose the fire had touched the train
Under the Parliament,
God could have made them both refrain
Their natural extent.
Themselves were forced upon this sight,
Heavens-anger to confess,
And on bent knees (all in a fright)
Their sorrows to express:
"As they, that found the Shepherds rod,
"Their deuellish feats to quell,
"All-trembling at the hand of God
"From their presumption fell.
Thus all their hopes were overthrown,
And utterly confounded,
And Popish-hunters in their own
Most cruel pit were pounded.
Catesby
and
Percy,
brethren sworn,
Were caught and piercit together,
Back joined to back, (and all forlorn,)
By one shot, reaching thither.
Two
Wrights
that with their open might,
Against their King rebelled,
Of roisting rebels had the right,
By sword of Justice quelled.
Garnett
's to Gallows guarded sure,
[Nor th' straw miraculous,
Where limmer drew his face demure,
Sau'd him from dying thus.]
Digby
did for their digging pay,
On Gibbit mounted up,
Two
Winters
went the self same way,
And
Keys
drank of this Cup.
Tresham
had tread no other track,
If he had lived so long,
Grant
had his grant, the rebel-pack,
To end his life among.
Rookewood,
that would not better look,
To hooks of bait-alluring,
Was fain like heavy doom to brook,
(With shame forever during.)
Fauxe
like a Fox, was hanged high,
And
Bates
his strength abated:
"Those that in treason join, must die
"The death of traitors hated.
"They r' dead, we live, even in their sight:
"They r' catched, we scapit away;
"What should have been their day, our night,
"Is now their night, our day.
"Even as those three renowned ones,
"In furnace seven times fired,
"Were safe preserved, (flesh and bones,
"Skin, hair, and clothes vnseered:)
"The smoke devouring at a lick
"All them (and all entire)
"Which in their malice were so quick,
"To cast them in the fire:
"And as when
Daniel
was thrown,
"Into the Lions den,
"They spared him; but flesh and bone
"All-tore those wicked men.
"So when three kingdoms with a blast,
"From Babels flaming pit,
"Were like to come to woeful wast,
"Before they dreamed of it:
"The Son of God (that in the middes
"Of burning bush is dwelling,)
"Sau'd us, and kept his tender kiddes,
"From claws of Lions yelling.
"Nay, (as if this unto his Grace,
"Had seemed too small a thing)
"He brought our foes into the place,
"Where they vowed us to bring.
Alas! if they had brought to pass,
The things they took in hand,
For Christ, the Pope; for Gospel Mass
Had reigned in our land.
And everywhere there had been rife,
Rackes, halters, fire, and stake,
Or privy dungeon deaths, by knife,
Hunger, and poison'd cake.
But God was pleased from bitter brunts,
Of Antichristian thrall,
To save us, and to just accounts
Those bloody men to call.
Never since world began was thought
Plot more abominable.
Never deliverance was wrought,
More strange and admirable.
Our King was wise by a word to see
Their secret deep intent,
Wiser to seal that firm decree
In Court of Parliament,
That year by year, most solemn thanks
Might to our God redound,
Who did the Popish power and pranks
So mightily confound.
Here, to insert, is not amiss,
Another later doom,
Which did befall long after this
Some Romists in a room,
Even for this end, that all the land,
More freshly might remember,
How God abhor'd
that plot
in hand,
On fifth day of November.
"For he is privy to the rotten
"Frame of our thank-less minds,
"And sees how all would be forgotten
"Without some fresher signs;
Mayit please you but to reckon by,
Gregorian
Kalendar,
Then will you say as much as I,
Am here to Register.
1623.
IN the one thousand year of grace,
six hundred twenty three,
(Upon Nouembers fifth it was)
Some Papists did agree,
To meet upon a Garret-flower
within Black-friers range,
Neere which, the French Ambassadoure
Lodg'd, till this heavy change.
Two or three hundred thither flocked,
Crowding with eager lust,
The room was full (the door unlocked)
Some to the stairs were thrust.
Who so repair unto the yard,
Or garden where they went,
Of this sad doom and vesper-hard
May see the monument.
For 'twas at Even-song that they met,
Upon the Lord's own day,
Which by his ordinance is set,
To teach us in his way.
They came to hear
Drury
a Priest,
From Babel thither sent,
Who in his Jesuit-parrell dressed,
Did there his matter vent.
Before his Sermon, on his knees
At his chair feet he fell,
Which was reared up by some degree,
That they might see him well.
There did he some short prayer mutter,
As 't were an
Ave mary,
No vocal prayer did he utter,
(From us, perhaps, to vary:)
But presently fell to his Text,
Which was about the King;
Who pardoned much to him, that vext
His mate for a small thing.
Out of which text he wringed this,
As some (that heard him) say;
Twould go withal such souls amiss,
As from their fold do stray.
Because forsooth their Sacraments,
(As namely Penance doing)
To cancel, are the Instruments
What debts to God are owing.
He Preached by an hour-glass,
(An Emblem very apt,
To show how near the period was,
Of life by death intrapt.)
Before the sand had run its course,
His breath was to be gone,
He made some way to his discourse,
But went no farther on,
The hand of God with sudden rush,
upon the Chamber came,
And did the lesuite all-to crush,
Ith' ruins of the same.
His soul before that heau'nly King,
Did answer for this action,
There learning best, what is the thing,
That yields him satisfaction.
This sure I am, unless he did
Sole Christ his pleader make,
And Popish merits farewell bid,
He could not choose but quake.
With him well nigh an hundred more,
Men, women, one and other,
By fall of beams, and upper floor,
Were crushed in the smoother.
So much oth' Garret-flower fell,
As was above the place
Where father
Rediate
had his Cell
And Papists went to Mass.
But all their massing would not serve
Their Priest, or them at all;
"They that from Scripture Canon swerve,
"Must look at last to fall.
Alas! what shreekes followed their mirth,
What cries most pitiful?
Like theirs, whom once the gaping earth,
Into her womb did pull:
Or like the doleful noise of all
That worshipped
Dagons
block;
On whom the house did rush and fall,
Whiles they did
Sampson
mock;
Or like that dismal cry and groan,
Throughout the Egyptian coasts,
When, in one night each first borne son,
Was slain by th' Lord of hosts;
Or like the Galilean moan,
When in sedition found,
The sacrificers saw their own
Blood spilled upon the ground.
This sad disafter might enforce
A stony heart to melt,
Which they in superstitious course
Strongly beguiled, felt.
"Secrets belong unto the Lord,
"This we may well proclaim,
"What lies be damned in his word,
"His works confute the same:
They went about to blaze abroad,
As if most cruelly,
Some of the Protestants by fraud,
Had wrought their misery.
By secret drawing out of pin,
Or sawing half asunder
Some of the timber, that was in
The house to prop it under.
But this's a veil that Satan cast,
Before their eyes to blind them,
Thereby from sight of judgment past,
And due remorse to wind them.
For plain it was, in strictest veiwe,
That by the people's press
And sommeyrs mortazing undue,
They came to this distress.
And that God's finger may appear,
More plainly, no foundation
Nor wall did fail, but all enteire
The seeld roof kept his station.
"Oh then, that those which did escape,
"With feet out of the snare,
"Might learn no more to run or gape,
"After such Romish ware!
"And that we all might learn to flee,
"From Babel and her dung,
"Least for our filthiness we be,
Into her sorrows flung.
But to return whence I digrest,
(Take the old style or new,)
Nouembers fifth must be confessed,
Worthy all-lasting view.
A day that justly was assigned
To the Almighty's glory,
A day when all should call to mind,
The famous powder-story.
But this not all to God belongs,
Nor do we praise him best,
By Sermons, Prayers, or loud Songs,
Bels, Bone-fires, or by feast.
All these are good, but somewhat elz
Is of far better note;
When heart, and life, our souls and selves,
To him are all devote.
God looked for 't that all estates
Should mend what was amiss,
That truth and judgment in our gates,
Should one another kiss.
But we, alas! did soon forgit
The mighty works of God
Not growing better any whit
By shaking of the rod;
Nor by the wrack beyond the sea
Of Christian brotherhood;
Nor Banners that our foes displey,
Gainst Britain's royal blood;
Nor by the safe return again,
Of our then-royal-Prince,
From his great venture into Spain,
Nor his deliu'rance since,
(When he was safe in falling down
By gard of Angels tended);
Nor his safe coming to the Crown,
Rightly on him descended:
These works of God could not suffice
To draw us from our sinning,
But still we kept the hue and size,
We had at the beginning:
This stirred up the Lord of Hosts,
To jealousy and rage,
And made him smite again our Coastes,
Not sparing any age.
1625.
IN the one thousand year of God,
Six hundred twenty five,
Was sent the Pestilentiall rod,
Our rocky hearts to riue.
In the chief Citty of the Realm,
It had the chiefest seat:
There like a sea to overwhelm,
Pride that was grown so great;
Or like a fire to purge away,
The dross of hateful sin;
Or like a trumpet thence to fray,
The sleep that souls were in.
The Queen of Cities wont to sit,
In Chair of highest state,
Now sat in dust and lowest pit,
All sad and desolate:
The highest Court of Parliament,
To Oxford did remove.
The Tearmers were to Redding sent,
Their Titles there to prove.
Nor were the strangers strange alone,
To the infected City;
But her best lovers all were gone,
And left her without pity.
I mean, the rich did flock away,
And bad her streets adew,
Except the poor (which needs must stay)
There stayed but a few.
Nothing was heard but passing-bells,
And friends their friends lamenting,
Nothing but heavy doleful-knells.
(Death not at all relenting)
Nothing was seen but heaps of dead,
To feed the hungry grave;
Or others lying sick a bed,
(No way their life to save.)
Some looked pale, and some with pain,
Were forced to rave and roar,
Some did the deadly marks sustain,
And some the deadly sore:
In one years space, or less then so,
(From time the Plague began)
To what a number did they grow,
That death gripit in his span?
Sixtie two thousand at the least,
Six hundred seventy seven,
Were made appear by deaths arrest,
Before the God of heaven.
Yea, do but from Iunes second look
Unto Decembers last,
Scarse shall you read in English-book
Of like doom ever past.
Within this three months space alone,
As hath been duly counted,
Fiftie three thousand ninety one,
By Bills report amounted.
In London and the Liberties,
(Six moe near Parishes add,)
All the forenamed closed their eyes,
And made their friends full sad.
More dyde in
this
than
former
pest,
By th' heavy hand of God;
In thirteen weeks (to say the lest)
Eleuen thousand forty and odd.
Of all which sums, the greatest part
By death departed thence,
Were pierced through with fire dart,
Of raging Pestilence.
If within and without one City Walls,
Were found of men such lack,
More then six myriades of souls
Brought to so heavy wrack:
Oh then what was the wreck and spoil,
Of all the land beside,
In Cities and in Country soil,
Throughout the kingdom wide?
Trading grew dead, and money scant,
The rich doubting their state,
The poor were pinched sore with want,
All feared the dismal fate.
Men from their dwellings fled apace
Where these night arrows fell,
But picked halberdes in each place
Were set them to repel.
The high ways vnfrequented were,
Men feared all they met,
And many keeping home, were there
Caught in this spreading net.
High time it was that when the Lord,
Was thus to fury bent,
All of their sins, so much abhor'd,
should speedily repent.
Our Royal King right humbly fell
Before the King of Grace,
In mourning weeds, becoming well,
This sad and heavy case.
It pitied him to see his sheep,
By flocks to fall away,
It made his very soul to weep,
To see their quick decay.
Himself began, and then he made,
His subjects all to fast,
Py Proclamation he forbade,
(So long as plague should last)
All other works, upon the day
To fasting set apart,
That all at once might weekly pray,
To God with broken heart.
Thus all at once pour'd out their groans,
To God in this restraint;
Filling both heaven and earth with moans,
And cries of their complaint.
And God which ever keeps his word,
Soone pitied our woes,
Bidding the Angel sheath his sword,
And slake his murdering blows.
When in one week of sickness wan,
Five thousan'a hundred five,
Dyde in the City, then began
The City to revive.
(Yet after this in six weeks space,
Of Plague and Fevers sore,
Their died in the foresaid place,
full seventeen thousand more.)
But oh! behold God's mighty power;
To grave were carried thence,
In Twelfe week, after this no more,
But One of Pestilence.
Even when the plague was spread at length,
Into the Cities heart,
Then did abate the raging strength,
And poison of his dart.
"Right so the Jewish Church of old,
"For
David's
proud presumption,
"And for their own rebellions bold,
"fallen in a quick consumption,
"Just when the Angel stretchit his hand,
"Jerusalem to stroy,
"It pleased God no more their land,
"with sickness to annoy.
Yea mark; when those returned agin
That from the Cite fled,
And when the Country thick came in
To market, board, and bed,
Who would have thought but by and by
The plague should be renewed?
Yet did it still most quiet lie,
As in a corner mewed.
Never was heard of such a change;
Twas but few days before,
The sickness up and down did range,
Scarse passing by a door.
The very air it self might then
Seeme to be quite infected;
Now Churches, streets, shops, houses, men,
All sure and safe protected.
The eyes which had not before-seen,
The Cities desolation,
Could scarce believe that there had been,
Such deadly visitation.
Six months are gone about at least,
Since that great ebb and fall;
Few all this while died of the pest,
And some weeks none at all.
Nor was the sickness driven out
Alone from London City,
But in all Countries round about,
Was shown the like pity.
For though some sparkles here and there,
To awe us yet remain,
Yet little breaks out anywhere,
To burn us up again.
Even in our town (so far remote)
When this dismal diseaze;
One place, and house, and man of note,
most dangerously did seize:
When town and Country were afraid,
It would have further spread,
This deadly plague with dead was laid,
As in a resting bed,
(And there it should have rested still,
As many weeks it did,
If men had not their doings-ill
With false pretences hid.)
As For this Parish (thanks to God,
By whom the lot is cast)
To this day felt this heavy rod,
Not one from first to last.
Cry of our sins and grace abused,
Did well deserve the worst,
But God to hear that cry refused,
(Else had we been the first.)
Now what may be the Lord's intent,
It is not hard to guess,
Even this; that we might all repent,
And his free grace confess.
COnfesse we all before the Lord,
His grace and mercy then,
And show his Acts with one accord,
Before the sons of men.
In presence of his holy ones,
praise him with joy and fear
Who doth revive our withered bones,
And light from darkness rear.
Man, woman, child, both old and young,
Rich, poor, the low and high,
Laud and extol with heart and tongue,
The highest Majesty.
Ye blessed Angels honor him,
And all the heavenly band,
Ye byrds that fly, and fish that swim,
And cattle of the land.
Let every City, Shire, and Town,
Each Church, and house, and soul,
With thankful pen write his renown
In everlasting roll.
Let all that lives confess his grace,
That saves their life and fame,
Let none by wicked life deface,
The glory of his name.
And thou my soul remember well,
The kindness of the Lord,
Cease not with thankful lips to tell,
The truenesse of his word;
Who gave thee pardon of thy sin,
And kept thee from the smart,
(For all the danger thou wertin)
Of the infectious dart.
THou Lord which from the Spanish yoke,
And from the powder blast,
And from that former sickness stroke,
And from this newly past,
Hast saved us, and ours, and thine,
So many as suruiue,
Oh do not of thy Grace divine
Our feeble souls deprive.
For we alas, are like to fall,
Into the same excess,
If to thy works thy grace withal,
Come not to work redress.
So are we wedded to the toys,
Of our own hearts devising,
That we neglect the heau'nly joys,
From thy pure ways arising.
(Even when the scourge was on our back,
How few their life amended?
Our mending then must needs be slack,
When once the plague is ended.)
Nor Navy, nor the powder Plot
Nor frightful noise of war,
Nor roaring of the Cannon shot.
Nor all the plagues that are,
Shall ought prevail, nor yet our strange
Deliverance from all,
Unless thy holy spirit change,
And draw our hearts withal:
Then draw us Lord immediately,
And we shall follow thee,
And make us such effectually
As thou wouldst have us be:
So need we not to fear the Turk,
Nor Pope, not Spain, nor Hell;
For thou shalt every evil work,
Reueale, defeat, and quell.
No sickness pestilential
Shall smite our Tabernacle;
Or if there do, thy mercy shall
Be our safe receptacle.
Lord save thy Church, our King and State,
Lord purge out all our dross,
And such as do thy Gospel hate
Infatuate and cross.
Lord bless the Parlamentall Court,
(Vpper and lower House,)
And when to Counsel they resort,
In them remember us.
From King that sits upon the Throne,
To beggar in the street:
Let all their by-past sins bemoan
Before thy mercy feet;
That we and our posterity,
Safe-hid under thy wing,
May ever of thy verity,
And saving mercy sing.
Amen.
FINIS.
DEO BIS-VLTORI SAXVM. Ad memoriam Classis Hispanicae, Anno, 1588. Submersae, Subuersae.
VIdimus (heutrepidicùm vidimus,) aequora Iberâ
Classe tegi:centū, et senas quater illa vehebat
Non Vincenda rates. Veteres ingentia nautae
Obstupuêre ratum noua corpora: Viderat illas,
Est{que} suas miratus opes Neptunus, & inse
Aduenisseomnes ridet Telluris honores.
Nos vero horruimus toti tot tympana, crebrae
Clamorem{que} tubae, strictos super omnia cultros,
Flagrorum{que} minas, quae barbarus omnia Iberus
Gentis in Exitium quaesiuerat arma Britannae.
Nos lacerae viduae{que} rati spes credimus. Illa
Sulphur & igne grauis, ventis (spoliata magistro)
Traditur, & votis exit crudelibus; Hosti
Mista, suis pereat flammis, sed perdat et hostem:
Ventis vecta suis perit haec, sed perdit et hostem,
Vidimus hîc laeti velis albentia primo,
Aequora, nunc sanie et nigromaculata cruore.
Excutitur cursu Classis, pars aequore mersa est,
Inmedijs pars ardet aquis, pars flumine caeco
Errat, & ignotis vix tandem allabitur oris.
Ad memoriam proditionis Puluerariae Anno. 1605. Indicatae, Vindicatae.
VIdimus (ô laeti, cùm vidimus) eruta caeco
Roma tui sceleris quanta, quot arma specu!
Ferrum, saxa, faces, et dolia sulphur foeta,
(Scilicet his
Meretrix
vina dat hausta cadis.)
Haec latuêre diu magni sub fornice Tecti,
Iussa manere manum, Fauxe sceleste, tuam.
Legibus illa olim penetralia sacra ferendis
(Proh pudor!) horrendum pene tulêre scelus:
Rex, Princeps, Proceres, Patres, flos Plebis vt vno
Ictu corruerent, ipsa{que} Relligio.
Admotura sacras aderat manus vltima flammas,
Prodit, disperdit, vindicate ista Deus.
Nil Erebū pudeat scelerum: Scelus hoc dabit vnum
Infandos{que} homines, Eumenidas{que} pias.
En Erebo accessit sceleris noua forma, parem{que}
Huic Erebum sceleri postulat illa nouum.
Par sceleri dabitur pretium? Modus vnus vtri{que},
Nullus erit poenae: nullus eratsceleri.
Par merito laus danda Deo? Modus vnus vtri{que},
Nullus erit laudi: nullus erat merito.
Rite Deo Saxum{que} datum, nomen{que} Bis-vltor:
Vicerat hinc hosts, luseratinde dolos.
Perditione priùs, nunc proditione petebant:
Perditaperditio est, prodita proditio.
To God our twice-Reuenger.
WE saw, but oh! how sad were we to see,
Spain's (prouder) Fleet on the proud Ocean spread?
An hundred ships there were, and eight times three,
Which made it deemed and named vnconquered.
The ancient Pilots were amazed to seeit,
When they beheld this new-huge-bodied fleet.
The Sea with mazed smil saw in her bounds,
All the Earths wealth and honor brought by ships,
But we all trembled at the frequent sounds
Of Trumpets, Drums: at naked Swords and Whips
(Sore threatened) wherewith all the Spaniard fell
Came armed this Britain nation to quell.
Our hopes are in a lone-torn ship (befitted,
With fire and Brimstone as her chiefest load)
She, without guide, is to the winds committed,
And forth with cruel destiny she road;
[Them and herself with her own flames to spoil]
Winds serve; she burnt herself, put them to spoil.
Here were we cheered to see the Ocean main,
All white before with sails, now purple grown.
As suddenly with blood of Spainards slain:
Their fleet is scattered, and their ships over thrown,
Some sink, some burn i' th' Sea, and some at last,
After long wandering, on strange shores are cast.
WE saw, but oh! how glad were we to see,
O cruel Rome, out of thy darksom den,
So many weapons of thy villainy
And mighty engines, plucked by hands of men?
Stones, Faggots, Crowes, Gun-powder-tubs we saw,
These wines
The whore
doth from her vessels draw.
Long were they hid under the secret vault,
Of that Great house; and there they were to lie,
Till they were made (O horrible assault!)
By wicked
Faux
his hand, aloft to fly.
Those sacred rooms where laws were wont to breed,
To sudden wrack and ruin were decreed.
King, Prince, Peers, Prelates, Commons, Gospel bright,
All at one blow together were to fall:
Match was in hand to give the trains their light,
But God reueal'd, destroyed, reueng'd them all.
Hell needs not blush: for this impiety
Doth worst of men, fiendes, furies justify.
Hell never knew such wickedness as this,
Another hell, (like it) there need a'-been.
Should plot and pay be like? for both there is
One measure: none of pay; for, none of sin.
Should praise be like God's grace? there is but one
Measure for both: Grace had, praise must have none.
A Pillar Consecrated.
THis Pillar bright, and [twice-Reuenger's] name,
Both to our God of right we are to rear;
For he hath more than twice deseru'd the same,
Here, having quelled our foes; and mocked 'em there.
They, first destroyers, and then traitors playde;
Destroyers are destroyed, traitors betrayed.
Verses made by Theodore Beza, upon the overthrow of the Spanish Navy. 1588.
STraverat innumeris Hispanus classibus aequor,
Regnis Iuncturus Sceptra Britanna suis.
Tanti huius rogitas quae motus causa? superbos
Impulit Ambitio, vexit Auaritia.
Quàm been te, Ambitio, mersit vanissima, Ventus?
Et tumidae tumidos vos superâstis aquae?
Quàm been Raptores orbis totius Iberos,
Mersit inexhausti iusta vorago maris?
Et tu, cui venti, cui totum militat aequor,
Regina, O mundi totius vna decus,
Sic Regnare Deo perge, Ambitione remotâ,
Prodiga sic opibus perge iuuare pios:
Vt te Angli longùm, longùm Anglis ipsa fruaris,
Quàm dilecta bonis, tam metuenda malis.
Thus Englished (though not according to their worth).
THe Spaniard with great ships, and numberless.
Ore-spread the sea, that with his kingdoms large
He might great Britain's royal Crown possess.
Wouldst know the cause of all this stir and charge?
Twas this: The proud were with Ambition led,
And after filthy lucre carried.
How well wert thou [most vain Ambition]
Drown'd by the wind? and ye O swelling waves,
Ore-came that proud and swelling-Dition.
World-spoiling Spaniards, midst of all their braves,
How well and justly in the gulf profound,
Were, of the Sea insatiable, drowned?
And thou, for whom the winds and Ocean main,
Are pressed to fight, O Queen (the worlds renown)
So still for God, without Ambition, reign,
So still the godly with rich favors Crown.
That England thee thou England, long and long
May 'nioy; the good beloved, bad feared, among.
Another Song.
O Night, O day, while days and nights shall last,
Boue all the days and nights that ever past,
To England's God be hallowed,
With hearts and tongues solemnized,
With Hymmes and songs eternized.
Black night & direful day, thou shouldst have been,
A thundering night, a stormy day I ween,
With hellish tempests darkened,
With Romish murders bloodyed,
With English horror dismalled.
The train was ready laid, the powder dry,
Faulkes,
and the blow, I quake to think how nigh.
Now all the fiends of hell wide gap'd,
Now all the friends of Rome well hoped,
Now all England securely slep'd.
But God's all-seeing never slumbering eye,
As Sentinel kept watch and ward on high,
Their deuellish plots he fore-espies,
Their Popish Miners he descries,
Giues King and State deliueries.
Thus Hell and Rome have England twice assay'd,
With force and fraud tohave conquerd and betrayed,
Their Navy first God scattered,
Their treason next discovered,
And twice hath us delivered.
Mongst years let eighty eight be Chronicled,
Mongst days Nouembers fifth be Calendred,
To God let both be hallowed,
With hearts and tongues solemnized,
With himmes and songs eternized.
For all, of all, God praised be,
With hearts, tongues, lives be honor'd he,
Amen, Amen, Amen say we.
FINIS.
A short Song made upon the powder-treason, being the fifth of November, Anno. 1605.
VPon the fifth day of November,
One thousand six hundred five,
All English people must remember,
How they were sau'd alive;
When cruel Papists had intent
By blast of Powder strong,
To blow up all the Parliament;
The lofty skies among.
Nor King, nor Prince, nor noble blood,
Meant they at all to spare;
Nor any of the burgesse-hood,
That were assembled there.
Thus, when they had their will fulfilled,
In fell and furious rage,
Then had been all the Godly killed
Of every sex and age.
God's holy Word they would have thrust
Out of our Churches quite,
Laying his honor in the dust,
With Diabolikespite.
Then had the Pope, and all his train,
And all his baggage stuff,
Lift up on high their heads again,
And sat in Pompous ruffe.
O England, praise the name of God.
That kept thee from this heavy rod.
FINIS.