English Puritan & Reformed

Exclamation Against Popery

Robert Wild (1609-1679) · 761 words · 3 min

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AN EXCLAMATION AGAINST POPERY: OR, A Broad-Side against ROME.

Occasioned by his MAIESTIE'S Last Gracious Speech, when he was pleased to Express His Willingness to Maintain the Truly Antient Protestant Religion.

By R. W. D. D.

LICENSED,

November the 14th. 1678.

         P
        
        Lot on, Proud
        
         Rome!
        
        and lay thy damned Design
       
        As low as Hell, we
        
         •
        
        ll find a Countermine:
       
        Wrack thy cursed Parts! and when thy utmost Skill
       
        Has proved unable to effect thy Will;
       
        Call thy Black Emissaries, let 'em go
       
        To summon Traitors from the Shades below,
       
        Where Infant
        
         Treason
        
        dates its Monstrous Birth;
       
        Is nursed with Care, and after sent on Earth:
       
        To some cursed
        
         Monks;
        
        or wand'ring
        
         Jesuits
        
        Cell;
       
        Where it thrives faster, than it did in Hell!
       
        Call Bloody
        
         Brutus
        
        up, Lean
        
         Cassius
        
        too;
       
        Let
        
         Faux,
        
        and
        
         Catesby
        
        both, be of the Crew!—
       
        Nay, rather than want Help, let your
        
         BULLS
        
        run;
       
        And Damn the
        
         Devil,
        
        if he do not come!
       
        Yet after all your Plots, and Hatchings, we,
       
        (So long as
        
         CHARLES,
        
        and's
        
         Senators
        
        agree)
       
        Will warm our Hands at Bone-fires, Bells shall Ring;
       
        And Traitor's Knells no longer Toll, but Sing.

        We doubt not
        
         Rome,
        
        but Maugre all thy Skill,
       
        The Glorious GOD of our Religion will,
       
        In spite of all thy Art, preserve It still!
       
        And his peculiar Care of It to show,
       
        Defend in Health, Its Great
        
         DEFENDER
        
        too!

        I'th'
        
         Interim,
        
        Do thou new Crimes invent,
       
        And we'll contrive as Subtle Punishment.
       
        'It is
        
         Autumn
        
        now with us; and every Tree,
       
        Instead of Fruit, may bend with
        
         Popery.
        
        'Twould be a Novel, though no hated Sight,
       
        If every Bough should bear a
        
         Jesuit!

        We'll meet your Plots with Pikes, Dangers with Swords;
       
        And stead of long Cravats, we'll lend you Cords.
       
        Each Stab in Private, we'll with Use return:
       
        And whilst one Hangs, the other he shall Burn;
       
        Till
        
         Tybourn
        
        's long impoverishit
        
         Squire
        
        appear
       
        Gay as the
        
         Idol,
        
        fills the
        
         Porph'ry
        
        Chair.

        Yes, Mighty
        
         CHARLES!
        
        at thy Command we'll run
       
        Through Seas of Rebels Blood, to save thy Crown.
       
        Our Wives, Estates, and Children too, shall be
       
        But Whet-stones to our Swords, when drawn for Thee.
       
        We'll Hack and Slash, and Shoot, till
        
         Rome
        
        Condoles;
       
        And Hell itself, is cloy'd with Traitors Souls:
       
        'Till
        
         Godfrey
        
        's wronged Ghost (which still does call
       
        For Shoals of Rebels to attend his Fall)
       
        Cries out,
        
         Dear
        
        Protestants,
        
         no more pursue
        
        Their Guilty Blood, my Manes have had their Due!

        This, Mighty
        
         Monarch!
        
        at thy Beck or Nod,
       
        Shall be effected, as Thou wert a God;
       
        With so much Readiness, thy Royal Tongue
       
        Shall hardly Speak, e're we Revenge the Wrong
       
        On thy cursed Enemies; who whilst they state
       
        Thy Death, shall feel themselves th' intended Fate;
       
        And by a quick Reverse, be forced to try
       
        The Dire Effects of their own Treachery.

        Poor Scarlet
        
         Harlot,
        
        couldest Thou stand in want
       
        Of a Genteel, and Generous Gallant,
       
        Whose Noble Soul to Baseness could not yield;
       
        But would have tried thy Int'rest in the Field,
       
        We had not thus thy Policies condemned;
       
        But thought thee worthy of a Foe, or Friend:
       
        Both which, with equal Estimate thou wilt find,
       
        Were always valu'd by an
        
         English
        
        Mind.
       
        But Thou of late, so Treacherous doest grow,
       
        That we should blush, to own thee either now.
       
        Base, and Perfidious too, thou dost appear;
       
        Sland'rest a
        
         Pope,
        
        and spoil'st an
        
         Emperor.

        What! is the
        
         Eagle
        
        from the
        
         Mitre
        
        flown?
       
        Is there of
        
         Caesar
        
        nothing left in
        
         Rome?
        
        Must that Renowned City, here-to-fore
       
        Fam'd for her Virtues, well as for her Power;
       
        Instead of
        
         Consuls,
        
        Vagabonds employ?
       
        And suborn
        
         Felons MONARCHS
        
        to Destroy?
       
        Bribe Men (thro Want made boldly desperate)
       
        To Fire-ball Cities, to their Grov'ling Fate;
       
        Whilst Hellish
        
         Jesus'ts
        
        Porters Garbs profane;
       
        Assist the Fire, and Bless the growing Flame!

        Must
        
         Rome's
        
        Great
        
         Pope,
        
        whose Piety should run
       
        As an Example, thro all Christendom;
       
        Whose Signal Virtues, Arguments should be
       
        Of his Admir'd Infallability?
       
        Does he hire Ruffains,
        
         Justices
        
        to Kill;
       
        And send the Murd'rers Pardons at his Will?
       
        Bids them in Heretics Blood their Hands embrue;
       
        Tells them withal, 'It is
        
         Meritorious
        
        too!—

        If this thy Practice be, false
        
         Rome
        
        Fare-well!—
       
        Go, Teach thy Doctrine to the Damn'd in Hell!
       
        Where, by Black
        
         Lucifer
        
        's Destructive Pride,
       
        Thou mayest in part thy Future Fate decide:
       
        Whilst from our City we thy
        
         Imps
        
        remove,
       
        To shake their Heels in some cold Field or Grove.
       
        Since both by Ours, and all Men's else, Esteem,
       
        They're fitter to Converse with Beasts, than Men.

FINIS.

LONDON, Printed for T. G. 1678.