SION in DISTRESS:
OR, THE
GROANS
OF THE
Protestant
CHRUCH.
Lam. I, 12.
Is there any Sorrow like unto my Sorrow?
Vers. 17.
Zion spreadeth forth her Arms, and there is
none to comfort her.
Vers. 20.
Behold, O Lord, I am in DISTRESS!
—Quis talia Fando
Temperet a lachrimis?—
Virgil.
LONDON:
Printed by
George Larkin,
for
Enoch Prosser,
at the
Sign of the Rose and Crown in
Sweethings-Alley,
at the East End of the
Royal Exchange,
1681.
To the READER.
YOu are here presented with a
Reviv'd
Poem,
with such Additions
and Enlargements as makes it very
different from the First Impression.
It is suited to the Present State of
the
Protestant Church,
showing the
Causes
of her present
Calamity,
with an Ennumeration
of some
Prevailing Sins;
the
Plots
and
Contrivances
of
ROME
against
SION;
the Marks of the
Antichristian Beast
and
Scarlet Whore,
with her
Arraignment
and
Condemnation,
(illustrated in difficult places
with Marginal Notes.) Also some probable
Discoveries of the Churches Redemption,
and the approaching Glory of the Latter Day.
We have now a plain Prospect (by the
Gracious Discoveries of Providence) of
those Horrid and Execrable Plots, which
the restless Adversary has contrived against
the Peace and very Being of
SION,
and
which were much in the dark when my
Muse first bewailed its Condition, and suspected
that this
Epidemical Mischief
(now
Reveal'd) was then a hatching.
In a Subject of Grief, a quaint and ornamental
Method is not to be expected:
for an abrupt and sobbing Delivery is more
natural in the Delineations of Sorrow,
then a studied well-poiz'd and artificial
Harrangue. The Subject is Divine, and
too lofty for so weak a
Muse;
which I
hope will oblige the Generous Reader to a
candid and mild Construction. I have
writ according to the measure of Light
received, and have contributed my Mite
(in a well-meaning Spirit) to reduce us to
our Selves.
Against the
Reigning Evils
which expose
us to Temporal and Spiritual Enemies,
many
Wholesome Precepts
from
Scripture
and
Reason
are given.
The
Rise, Progress,
and
Persecutions
of
the
Man of Sin,
are succinctly delivered,
with the Evidence of Approved
Historians,
(some of them
Papists
) whose
Evidence
against
Themselves
ought to be convincing.
There cannot be too many
Defendants
against so Vigorous an
Assailant
as
Rome
is.
There are many Excellent Tracts that
discover the
Villanies of Popery,
and I wish
they were more Common. It is a great
comfort that the
Spirit of the Nation
is so
much (and justly) incensed against it. And
that our
Parliament
is so Thorow and Resolved
to crush that
Interest,
whose
Principles
teach them to be (to all
Heretics,
for
so they call
Protestants
) Trayterous
Subjects,
ill
Neighbors,
and worse
Sovereigns.
To promote the
Just Odium
of my
Native
Country
against so
destructive
and
malignant
an Enemy,
is (in part) the Design
of this
Essay;
(which being of small bulk
and price, may possibly come into more
hands then larger Volumes.) If it contributes
anything in order to that End, it answers
the Expectation of
To his Friend the AVTHOR,
On the
FIRST IMPRESSION.
WHat Muse is this, that thus inspires thy
Brain,
And leads thy
Genius
to so high a Strain?
Must thy Aspiring Fancy now rehearse
Thy Mothers Groans in an Elegiack Verse?
Is Prose too mean and unregarded now,
That still in Verse thou let'st the World know how
SION
's abused by
Rome
's Infernal Crew?
How in her Blood they did their hands imbrew?
Let thy Endeavors prosper: Let them prove
To be
Rome
's shame: A Token of thy Love
To thy Distressed Mother, (now the scorn
Of black-mouthed Imps, who are of Satan born.)
Aspiring Soul! What from her Sorrows climb
To a Prophetick Spirit in thy Rhime!
Foretelling how she shall delivered be
From all those Bloody Beasts, whom thou doest see
God will destroy, and will thy Mother make
Heavens Glory, and Earths Joy, for his Names sake.
Jehovah
bless thy
Work
this Book, though small,
And make it prove a Preface to
Rome
's Fall.
To my Friend the
AUTHOR,
Upon His
REVIV'D POEM.
HEre's Grief in Raptures! Who could
thus infuse
All Strains of Sorrow? No
Aonnian
Muse
Such Sacred
Rhapsodies
could ever inspire:
Nor were they borrowed from
Apollo
's
Choir.
No Inspiration from the
Thespian
Spring,
Does teach our
Poet
in this mode to sing.
He suks no
Hippocrene,
nor feeds upon
The fancy'd Dew of Pagan
Helicon.
He mounts no
Pegasus,
nor gathers Drops
Distill'd by
Clio
from
Parnassian
Tops.
These are but Whimsies—Some Seraphic Fire
His Muse did with this Mourning Song inspire
Who ran but, in the highest Notes of Grief,
Weep Tears in Verse, when SION wants Relief?
Such as from.
Art
their lofty Strains do borrow,
Do but describe an
Artificial
Sorrow:
But his is purely
Natural:
for we
Perceive it comes from perfect
Sympathy.
His clear
discerning
Soul her danger sees
Approaching on by unperceiv'd degrees.
He gives us Warning to prevent the Stroke,
To leave our Sins, and Mercy to invoke.
Here's a Prophetick
Glass,
where we may view
The swift Destruction that will (else) ensue.
But
Friend,
we thank thee that thou hast not
left us
Without some hope, nor has thy Book bereft us
Of Consolation; for the
SCARLET
WHORE
Is there so Sentenc'd, that She'll rise no
more.
Zion in Distress:
OR, THE
GROANS
OF THE
PROTESTANT CHURCH.
SION.
What dismal
Vapour
(in so black a
form)
Is this, that seems to
Harbinger
a
Storm?
What pitchy
Cloud
invades our Starry Sky,
To stop the Beamings of the Worlds
Great Eye?
What spreading Sables of
Egyptian
Night,
Would rob the Earth of its Illustrious Light?
What interposing
Fog
obscures our
Sun?
What dire
Eclipse
benights our
Horizon?
Is
England
's Great and Royal
Bridegroom
fled?
Is its
Aurora
newly gone to bed?
That scattered Clouds make such
prodigious
haste,
Combine in one, and re-unite so fast.
Clouds that so lately
dissipated
were,
Do now conspire to make a
Darker
Air!
I mourn
impity'd,
groan without
Relief!
No
bounds
nor
measures
terminate my grief!
The
Sluces
of mine Eyes are too too
narrow
To went the Streams of my increasing
Sorrow.
Ebbs follow swelling Floods, and Vernal Days
Adorn the Fields that Winter disarrays:
All States and Things have their alternate ranges,
As Providence the Scene of Action changes.
All Revolutions, hurries to and fro,
At length some Rest and Settlement do know.
But helpless I, have often looked about,
To find some Ease, or Soul-Refreshment out;
Yet can I see no prospect of
Relief,
But
swift Additions
multiply my grief.
As
Pilgrims
wander in their deep distress
Amongst the wild rapacious
Savages,
In pathless Desarts, where the midnight howls
Of hungry
Wolves,
mixed with the screech of
Owls,
And
Ravens
dismal croaks, salute the Ears
Of poor erratick trembling
Passengers:
So I am sorrounded, so the
Beasts of Prey
Conspire to take
my Life
and
Name
away.
My glowing Soul does melt, my Spirits faint
•
or want of vent; I am pregnant with complaint.
No Age nor Generation but has known
•
ome part of this my just and grievons moan.
•
ut now I am far more dangerously charged;
•
y
Bolder Foes
my sorrows are enlarged:
〈◊〉
hellish Tribe from black
Avernus
flew,
•
hat,
Bloodhound
-like, me and my Lambs pursue.
Lord JESUS come! O let my Cries invoke
Thy sacred Presence to divert the stroke.
Are all my Friends withdrawn? what is there non
Steps in to ease me of my grievous moan?
Zion's Friend.
WHat doleful noise salutes my wondering Ear
What grief-expressing Note is that I hear
Methinks the Accent of this Dismal Cry,
Bespeaks someone in great extremity.
The shrilness of the mournful Voice bespeaks
A Woman's loud and
unregarded shrieks.
The more her deep and piercing sobs I heed,
The more my Heart in sympathy does bleed.
Ah! who can find her out? who can make known
The Author of this Heart-relenting Moan?
Doubtless, though Grief now seizes thous upon her,
She is a Lady of high Birth and Honor;
Of Royal Stem, extracted from Above,
Nurs'd in the
Chambers
of the Fathers
Love;
Espoused to a most
Illustrious Prince,
Who over all has Just
Preeminence,
Monarch of Monarchs—
Zion!
Is it Thou!
O mourn, my soul! O let my Spirit bow!
Let all that love the
Bridegroom
sigh for grief;
For
Zion
weeps as one past all Relief.
But why, O
Zion,
since th
•
art beloved
Of Heavens
Supreme,
art thou so sadly moved?
Thy
Arms expanded,
thus implore the Skies?
Thy
streaming Rivulets,
flow from thine eyes?
••
is makes me wonder.—
Zion.
—MY
forlorn
Estate
〈◊〉
poor, unpitty'd, mean and desolate;
•
ong have wander'd in the
Wilderness
•
volv'd in trouble, kept in sore
Distress,
〈◊〉
Caves,
absconding from the
horrid Rage
•
f
Savage Beasts,
until this
later Age
〈◊〉
made Attempts to look a little
Out,
•
he
Monster
spy'd me, and does search about;
•
he Roaring
Blood-Hounds,
greedy on the scent,
•
o
kill,
or
drive
me back again, are bent.
•
o
Interval
of Peace, no Rest they give,
••
onounce me
cursed,
and
not fit to live:
〈◊〉
Dragon
fell, combined with the
Beast
•
o
gore
my
Sides,
and spoil my
Interest.
•
h' old
Lion, Lionness,
and
Lions Whelp,
•
ith dreadful Jaws, the other
Beasts
do help.
••
gs,
Bulls,
and
Foxes, Bears
and
Wolves
agree
•
o rend, to tear, and make a spoil of me.
•
hat have been so delicately bred,
〈◊〉
Children at a Royal Table fed;
•
n how exposed to the Infernal Spite
〈◊〉
such as do in Fire and Blood delight.
•
ots hatched in
Hell
and
Rome!
that black
design
〈…〉
a
Monarch;
and to undermine
Our Ancient
Laws,
subvert
Religion,
and
Bow
England
's Neck to
Antichrists
command;
Were but
Preludiums
to that dismal
Vrn
(As martyred heaps in flaming
Smithfield
burn)
Design'd for
Protestants,
and all the Rest
Who hate
Rome's
Idol, th'
Image of the Beast.
I am the
Mark
the Monsters aim at: All
Their grand designs were to contrive my
fall.
If Friends or others any Favors show,
They straight conspire to work their
Overthrow.
Ah vile
Conspiracy!
Ah cursed
PLOT!
So deeply laid! How canst thou be
Forgot?
Hells grand
Intreagues
never introduced a
Brat
Into the World, so horrible as that.
Since
Rome
the western cheated
Monarchs
rid,
A
Rampant WHORE,
the horned Beast bestrid.
Disgorging
Plots,
employing hellish
Actors:
May all our
Off-spring
Exeerate such
Factors!
Zion forlorn!
How very few regard
Thy
cries
&
tears,
men's
hearts
are grown so hard!
In Restless Hurries, tost with every wind,
No Ease, no Peace, no Comfort can I find
The horrid Aspect of these
Monsters
do
Affright my
Children,
some they worry too;
On Some they
seize,
like greedy
Beasts
of prey,
And to their
Dens
the
Sacrifice
convey.
Renowned
GODFREY!
(whose immortal glory
Mastyr'd
for me, shall ever live in Story)
Let every Loyal
Eye
that sees it there,
Yield to his Name the Tribute of a
Tour.
Brave Soul!
Thy Love and Loyalty do claim
That
King
and
People
should proclaim thy
Name,
As
England
's
Victim,
never to be forgot,
Fast'ning on
Rome
an everlasting Blot.
The Great
Jehovah,
who is only Wise,
Permits thy Fall as a sweet Sacrifice.
Thy Barb'rous Murder has made clearly out
That
Plot
which none but
Infidels
can doubt.
Those bloody
Varlets,
black
Assassinates,
Curs'd Executioners of
Rome
's Debates,
Drunk with
Infernal Cruelty,
made Thee
A
Specimen
of
England
's Tragedy.
By Thee we learn what
Courtesie
to hope
From
Romish Butchers,
Vassals to the
Pope.
Thou led'st the Van, first fell into the
Trap,
From whence they say no
Protestant
shall 'scape.
Pure Innocence Trapann'd,
amongst them came,
Without suspicion, (like a harmless Lamb)
Whilst they, like hungry
Tigers,
ready stood
T'embrue their
Tallons
in thy guiltless
Blood.
Thou little thought'st such an Infernal Snare
Had been thus laid to trap Thee unaware!
'It is strange,
say some,
what
Reason
should
engage
Them to make Thee the
Object
of their Rage?
The Cause was thus: The
Babylonish Whore,
Big with a
Bastard,
longed (as heretofore)
〈◊〉
Christian Blood:
her Favorites made haste,
•
a her great need to help her to a
Taste.
Of choicest Liquors this she calls the first,
To cheer her linking heart and quench her thirst.
Fearing
Miscarriage,
when her Spirits faint,
She drinks the
hearts Blood of some Martyred Saint
Then
Horse-leech
more insatiable, she cries,
Give, give me that, or nothing will suffice
My
Craving Paunch;
my pleasure must be done:
This
Heretic
was a Pragmatick One;
He knew my
Secret Clubs,
and would Reveal
My Tragic
Plots:
We must
prevent
his Zeal.
We'll
Strangle
Him, before He gives a glimpse
Of our
Designs,
or Countermines our
Imps.
Ah
Brutish Whore!
of
Cannibals
the worse.
This
bloody Draught
has brought an endless Curse
On thee: And lasting
Calendars
we see
Records this Instance of thy Cruelty.
This
Loyal Knight
never injured you, but stood
Discharging
Justice
for his Countries Good.
Will naught but Blood of
Protestants
give ease
Or quench your
thirst?
What mischievous
Disease
Infects your
Bowels?
Must your Churches Food
Be
flesh of Saints? Your mornings-draught, their blood
Fellonious Strumpet!
Must you be so bold,
To steal by night into your Neighbors
Fold?
Seiz on my
Lambs?
Thy
Theft
and
Cruelty,
As well as
Murder,
shall revenged be.
But since He's
gone,
and
Justice
does pursue▪
With eager steps th'
Assassinating
Crew,
We'll acquiesce: For
Heaven
seems to call
For Tears Cessation at his
Funeral:
Let Christians offer, through the Universe,
Whole
H
•
catombs
upon his bleeding Herse.
And could their Tears increase into a Flood,
'Twere no excess—So much I prize his Blood.
But
other
grounds of Grief are in mine Eye,
Which cause my Sorrows to advance so high,
That my over-burden'd Heart can scarce express
The nature of my
Inward
Heaviness.
Zion's Friend.
SIon,
Thy sad and bitter Lamentation
Does move my very Soul unto Compassion:
But say, what
Cause
does aggravate your Fears,
And thus
provokes
to further Cries and Tears?
Zion.
IF that my
Head were Waters,
and each
Eye
A brim-full
Fountain,
I could drein 'em dry.
I am steep'd in
brackissh Floods,
nay almost drownd,
To see how
Sin does everywhere abound.
Where ever I am, I naught can see or hear,
But that which doth my Soul in pieces tear.
It breaks my heart that
England
thus should be
A
Scene
for
Actors
of Debauchery.
What
perpetrations
of the
blackest
Crimes
Appear not
bare-faced
in our present times?
The God (incensed) has fearful
Judgments
sent,
To
humble
men, and move them to
repent;
Yet they proceed in soul Impenitence,
And aggravate their horrid insolence;
Seeming to bid Defiances to Heaven,
Scorning to take the dreadful
Warnings
given.
The sweeping
Plague
(that Messenger of Wrath)
In such as 'scaped, small Reformation hath
Produc'd! Nor has the desolating
Fire
(A perfect Token of God's flaming
Ire
)
Remov'd the
City's Pride;
'twas great before,
And now it seems to multiply much more.
Fantastick
Garbs,
and
Antick
Modes declare
How much from
Pride
their Souls reformed are;
Though
want,
though
poverty,
and loss of
Trade,
Do many Men and Families invade;
Yet do they vaunt in
pride
and
luxury,
As if they had vast
Mines
of Treasures by.
Some know not what to
eat,
nor how to
go,
Yet on the
Poor
will no Compassion show:
(Whose unregarded
Cries,
unheeded
Moans,
Whose unreliev'd
Distress, unpity'd Groans,
Can scarce extort a Mite) such do not grudge
To purchase Hell at dearest Rates, and drudge
To please their brutish lusts, who void of measure
Consume Estates to
wantonize
in Pleasure,
Tumbling in Riot (as proud
Dives
fat)
Whilst
Lazarus
lies starving at the Gate.
A Complaint of Oaths.
Volleys of
Oaths,
with horrid Blasphemy,
And dreadful Cursings, in mine Ears do cry.
Mark but our impious Gallants when they meet,
Observe the mode how they each other greet.
What new-coin'd
oaths,
what modish
execrations
What damming, sinking, horrid Imprecations
Do they disgorge? The Serpents fiery hiss,
That belches Sulphur from the black Abyss,
Can scarce out-do this Ranting Tribe, who count
The Man Genteel that is most paramount
In wickedness; he that blasphemes aloud
Christ's blood and wounds,
is Courtier alamode.
How can th'abused Earth but gape again,
To swallow quick vile Wretches so profane!
Can Heavens great Artillery so long
Forbear the Treasons of a mortal Tongue?
Jehovah
's Attributes so vilely used!
His sacred Essence and his Name abused▪
Fresh Blasphemies they mint, new Curses frame,
And Sins that never had before a Name.
Graduates in Courtship are prefer'd, who made
Most quick proficience in a hellish Trade:
Such rant and roar, such revel, domineer,
As if nor God nor Devil they did fear.
Approaching dangers cannot disturb their pleasure
But still they sin until they fill their measure
Judgments defer'd, in evil makes them bold,
Despising such by whom they are controlled.
As if th' avenging Hand their Lives did spare,
Thus to provoke Him without dread or fear.
But poor Blasphemer, when thou art past by,
'It is not t' indulge thee in iniquity.
Think'st thou the God of Purity does like
Such ways, because he yet for bears to strike?
Do'st think a gloomy interposing Cloud,
From God's all-searching Eye can be thy shroud?
Or that because He is inthron'd on high,
Thy Deeds of Darkness He cannot espy?
Or since his Judgments are so long delaid,
Wilt thou proceed, and be no whit afraid?
Wilt thou His Patience without end abuse,
Slight true Repentance, and His Grace refuse?
If so, thy Judgment hastens—For a Rod
Will quickly reach thee from an angry God.
Because of Oaths the Land does greatly mourn,
For which my Soul much inward grief has born.
Do'st thou not see how filthy
Drunkenness
Does reign in City, and in Villages?
Some
reel and wallow in the street,
like
Swine,
Whilst
others boast their strength
in
drinking Wine:
Although to such, God doth
denounce a Curse,
They mind it not, but still grow worse and worse.
Dread not Examples of God's wrath at all,
Nor what to Drunkards does so oft befall:
Altho God's Word has dreadful Warnings given,
That Drunkards never shall inherit Heaven,
But that their lot shall with damned Spirits be,
In Chains of Darkness to Eternity.
They drink, carouse, and waste their jolly breath,
Upon the brink of
Everlasting Death.
Whate'er ensues, they are resolved they will
Carouse full Goblets, and be filthy still.
Thus men by
Pride,
by
Oaths,
by
Worldliness,
By daily swallowing Liquor to excess,
Defile the Land, and do the Lord Provoke,
To cause his Vengeance on the Land to smoke.
Sin sets the door wide open, and makes way
For all the Sorrows of th' approaching day.
These are in part the cause of
England
's Woe,
And will (if Grace prevents not) it undo.
But there are other heinous Sins behind,
Which pierce my Bowels, and perplex my Mind▪
A Complaint of Whoredom, Adultery, &c,
Did filthy
Lust
and
Whoredom
ever rage
With more success then in the present Age?
Abominations of so vile a Name,
That their bare mention is indeed a shame.
What Sin more hateful in
Jehovah
's Eye,
Then this of
Whoredom
and
Adultery?
'It is ranked as Chief, and marches in the Van
Of all the gross Debaucheries of Man,
In those black Muster-Rolls God does record
Of grand Offences in his holy Word.
What more affronts the
Second Table?
Or
Provokes the Lord? No fitter Metaphor
Could be produced t 'express
Idolatry,
Then that abhorred Name,
Adultery.
Besides the Terrors of God's fiery Wrath,
Which judges such to everlasting Death;
On Earth, amongst all sober men, they gain
So vile a blot, so infamous a stain,
As all the Waters in the Sea can nev'r
Wipe off, nor can it be forgot forever.
But O what dismal Consequences wait
For speedy entrance at the wretches gate!
•
r lewd Embraces of lascivious Dames
•
ill rot their
bones,
breed cankers in their
names,
•
get consumption in Estate and Purse,
••
oduce Destruction, and a certain Curse:
••
e common ends that such arrive unto,
••
e soul Diseases, Beggary and Woe.
••
ey're sottish Fools (says wise
Demosthenes
)
••
at buy Repentance at such Rates as these:
•
hat sin, to please an Enemy, that strives
•
o damn their Souls, and rob them of their lives.
•
od in his Scared
Ordinances hath
•
ppointed such to an immediate Death.
•
old men but judge it as their greatest Foe,
•
hey'd never love, nor hug it as they do.
••
ch Sex is bad, but Women seem to be
•
he very Brokers of Immodesty;
•
hich makes that passage to be born in mind,
•
wise and virtuous Woman who can find?
our
City-Dames
and
Ladies
are on fire
With wanton passion, and unchaste desire;
••
oviding Meats on purpose to inflame
•
heir pampered Gallants to their wonted shame.
••
re Breasts and Naked Necks, a Harlots Dress,
•
re strong Temptations unto Wickedness.
•
ll other sins (th' Apostle does declare)
Which men commit, without the Body are:
••
t this abominable Act alone,
•
gainst his Body by a man is done.
•
arriage to all, the Undefiled Bed,
Honorable; he that will, may wed:
But Whoremongers God judges, and they shall
Be cast into the Lake, both great and small,
The
Wiseman
calls th'
Adulterer, A Fool:
And well he may, for he destroys his Soul.
No Sots like them, for branded, still they show
The marks of Folly wheresoe'er they go.
O how th'unclean and brutish man exceeds
Inferior Sinners in reproachful Deeds!
My Grievances are many, and my Fear
Is more then my distressed Soul can bear:
My panting Breast and a king Heart is sad,
To think of what I further have to add.
But O amazing master-piece of wonder!
That's like to rend my very heart a sunder,
When I consider that an Age of Light
Produces Monsters blacker then the Night:
A
Cursed Tribe
of wretched
Atheists
dare,
Without all
Dread
and
Reverential Fear,
Strike at the
Essence
of the Great
Jehove,
And all the
Glories
that reside Above:
As if
me
•
r Francis of a Cloudy Brain,
And
all Religion
an
Intrigue
of
Man:
That dare pronounce all
Evangelic Law
A Trick of State
to keep the World in awe.
Creating Idols in their Brains; that even
Make
mocks
of
Hell,
and a
mere scorn
of
Heaven.
But can such
Fancies
challenge an abode
Within your Hearts, to
Dis-believe
to GOD?
On th'
Universal Fabric
cast an Eye,
The Sea, the Earth, and the expanded Sky:
Can so Sublime Illustrious an Effect
•
e formed without a Glorious Architect?
•
f Reason be your Rule, true Logicks Laws
•
ronounce Effects resulting from a Cause,
Whose Order leads us to Infinity,
•
ure Arguments of a Divinity.
Created Things must a Creator have;
And that Begetter who first Being gave
To Essences produced, cannot be Begot;
He's therefore GOD, and other else is not.
This
Causa Prima,
without Time or Date,
•
s He that did all Entity create.
The First could not Himself create; so He
Must have His Essence from Eternity.
Who can make
Phoebus
his swift Course Reverse?
Or balance in his Palm the Universe?
Who can the Ocean in a Sieve confine?
•
f none can doit, then none can GOD define.
•
irst Principles are beyond Definition;
No Logic reaches at so high a Vision:
•
It is unreveal'd to Reason, for no strain
Of lofty Metaphysics can contain
Those Mysteries; true Wisdom therefore hath
Commanded Reason to give room to Faith.
•
f what we see had not a first Creator,
Then 'tis its own immediate Operator;
•
f so, it Acts, before it had a Being:
But such Conclusions are too diksagreeing
With Reasons Maxims: For all things that be,
May say they are their own Divinity,
If each can make itself, and that which can
Create itself, can so itself sustain
In infinitum,
and will never dissolve
Its self; for Nature's principal Resolve
Is, That no Essence will for bear to be,
If it can keep up its own Entity.
This strain of Aatheistick Sophistry
Makes all of equal Independancy,
Without Subordination: 'It is a Theam,
Without Inferior, making all Supreme.
FIRST CAUSE suppose
Time,
&
Time
supposes
Some
second Acts,
which
After-Time
discloses.
So view their Series, you may trace them all
(As links in Chains) to their Original,
The Great JEHOVAH, whose unfathomd Glory
Is Emblem'd in the Universe before ye.
There is a thing in Man called
CONSCIENCE,
Which of his Actions gives clear Evidence,
Whether he likes or not: That's ready still
To check the Course of his Disorder'd Will:
It is Eccentrick to his Sensual Part,
Arraingns his Words, his Deeds, his very Heart;
And if it finds they be irregular,
It does pursue them with continual War.
What can this Just, this Inward Witness be,
But some bright Beam of a Divinity?
In former Times was not
Jehovah
known
By Miracles which visibly were shown?
Can Reason brag that Causes Natural
Could raise the Dead? Or that a Word can call
An
Intomb'd Carcass
to behold the Light?
Make
sound
a
Cripple?
give the
blind
their
sight?
If not, then surely it will follow hence,
That 'tis an
Act
of some
Omnipotence:
That such were done we have the
Common Vote
Of
Pagans, Jews.
and all the
Men of Note,
Whose
Works
are Extant, whom we may believe,
Because they had no
int'rest
to
deceive.
Whence come those
Judgments
which you daily hear,
Of
Wrath
and
Vengeance
darted everywhere
Against
Prophaners
of that
Sacred Name?
Whence come those
Arrows,
that
Consuming flame
Which terrrifys the World? & whence the
breath
That strikes
Blasphemers
with a
sudden Death?
Which of these
rare Philosophers
can show
What makes the
Spacious Deep
to
Ebb
and
Flow?
Let them produce their
Maxims,
if they can,
How scattered Atoms can compose a Man?
Who
brandishes
those
blazing Signs
of
Wonder?
Who
frights the Earth
with
rapid Peals
of
Thunder?
Who did defeat the
Fatal Enterprize
Which
Rome,
by
Devils Counsel,
did devise?
Who sets the
Comet
in the
Angry Sky,
Those
dismal Harbingers of Misery?
God does
Himself
by many
Ways
make known;
Forewarning
Men of what's a coming on:
Yet
Senseless Mortals
faulter more and more,
Though
hovering Vengeance
threaten at the Door;
Deceit, Soul-killing-Errors, Perjury,
Injustice, Murder, Theft, Hipocrisy,
Do so abound through our enlightened Isle,
That
sodom
hardly ever appeared more vile.
A Complaint against Hypocrites.
I am not only persecuted by
My
Open Foes,
but
Lurking Snakes
do lie
Within my
•
Bosom, using all their Art
To seize my Vitals, and corrode my Heart.
Such
seeming Friends,
such
Traitors
in
disguise,
Are more malignant then
known Enemies:
For the Attaques of
These,
a man may ward;
Those,
unsuspected, stand within our Guard.
How many seem to reverence my Name
For worldly Ends, or to avoid the shame
Of Irreligion? Frequently they go
To worship God, and so devout do show,
As if mere
Saints:
but,
Hypocrites
in grain,
Do all the while Intelligence maintain
With my declared Foes, who proudly join,
And all their Politicks in one combine,
To root my Name from off the very Earth,
And make provision that no more get Birth.
Betray'd by
middle,
and by
low Degrees,
But most of all by
Capital Grandees.
Such as my Peace and Safety should procure,
Contribute most to make me Unsecure:
Such seem their purpose by soft
words
to smother:
So Boatsmen look one way, but row another.
Such pejur'd
Satesmen
have the Art to
smile
Upon my
Face,
but
cut my Throat
the while.
But grant, Dread Sovereign of the Universe,
That whilst I weep my Grievances in Verse,
Thy
Zion
's Interest may not be betrayed
To
Rome,
by
Protestants
in
Masquerade.
O let me hear the Joyful Trumpet sounded,
That does proclaim their
Babylon
confounded.
Rome
's black Militia is all up in Arms,
Annoying
Europe
in unusual Swarms.
This critic moment they expect and hope
To thrust
Me
out, and introduce a
Pope,
To plague this Noble Nation, that has been
A Wall, a Fort, a Counterscrap between
Their bawling Canon's most impetuous shots,
And
foreign Saints;
that
countermines
their
Plots.
The desp's rate Archers are aware of this,
They know that
England
the chief Bulwark is,
To check their growth: If they could make it sup
Th'invenom'd dregs of th'Antichristian Cup,
They judge it easy to subdue the rest
Of my
European
Gospel-Interest.
But O my melting Soul-tormenting Fears!
Burst into Sighs, and bubble into Tears!
Observe the Heavens! View that dreadful Mark
Of flaming Vengeance, that precedes the dark
Approach of Night! Can this vast
Comet
be
Ought but the Prologue of Calamity?
Prodigious Meteors, blazing fiery Stars,
Are Heralds sent to menace open Wars
Against rebellious and polluted Coasts,
By Him who is the mightly Lord of Hosts.
Awake O
England!
this
Lethargick Sleep
Is out of
Season,
'tis a time to
weep;
If
guilty Children
tremble at the
Rod,
Can you be
stupid
when the
Angry God
Sets up this
dreadful Ensign
of his
Wrath?
Rouze up
Repentance,
let a
lively Faith
Now go to work; See how the
Preaching Air
Instead of
Sinning,
does exhort to
Prayer;
For thy
Fantastick Garbs, Perfumes
and all
Thy other
Trash,
it doth for
Sackcloth
call:
From
Carnal Sports
it
bids thee
quickly get,
Calls from the
Taverns
to the
Mercy-Seat.
From that accursed
Rendezvous
of Lust
It bids thee
hasten,
and
repent in Dust.
Have not th' Experience of
past Ages
given
Their sad
Remarks
upon those
Signs
in Heaven?
What
f
•
llow'd
still, but
certain Spoil of Nations?
Plagues, Fire
and
Sword,
and other
Devastations
The sure
Eversion
of some
Potent Crown;
The Death of
Heroes, Monarchs
tumbled down.
But thou
Illustrious Architect
of
Wonder,
Remove the
Sorrows
which I
labor under.
Does this
Amazing Prodigy
betoken
That
Rampant Babel
shall be quickly broken?
Does it
portend
that
Antichrist
shall break
In pieces, striving to
destroy
the
Weak
Remains
that on this blessed Name do Call?
Or dosit
presage,
that (trembling)
I
shall fall?
Lord, canst thou see thy
pleasant Vineyard
Tore,
And rooted up, by this
rapacious Boar?
•
have my
Children's
crying
Sins
provoked
•
hat
dismal Sentence,
not to be
revok'd?
•
ods Methods were to
chasten,
not
destroy
••
ose
Sinning Souls
in whom he once took
joy
)
•
give thy
Sinking Church
a
true discerning
•
hat thou dost mean by this
prodigious Warning;
•
hat by thy
Spirits sacred Flame
calcin'd,
〈◊〉
Scourges mended,
and by
heat
refined,
We may find
Grace.
But oh! My Spirits faint
•
nder the Pressure of my
Great Complaint!
〈◊〉
panting Soul
another grief doth feel,
〈◊〉
feeble Knees
beneath their burden Reel.
Zion's Children.
AH Mother! who can disallow your moan?
The cause is just, for everyone must own
•
ur failings great, and that our sins provoke
•
mpending Judgment, and a future Stroke,
•
f interceding Mercy steps not in
To ward the blow, and cancel out our Sin.
But since
unthought-of Providence
gives light,
And calls the Sun to see the Acts of Night;
Since Heaven exposes the Results of
Rome
To
Public Notice;
since the Traitors come
To Legal Execution; since the grand
Contrivers of this Mischief dare not stand
To Test of Law, or due Examination;
Since such brave
Heroes
represent the Nation.
Whose clear sagacious penetrating Eyes
Dive into
Rome
's abhorred Mysteries;
Whose Nobler Souls, whose Loyal English Hearts,
The closest Slights of Antichristain Arts
Can never deceive; whose brave Resolves defeat
Those cursed Delinquents, whether small or great;
Whose Free-born Courages do scorn to stoop
To be the Vassals of a
Rascal-Pope,
An Vpstart Imp, whose Title never was given
By binding Laws of either Earth or Heaven.
We therefore, dearest Mother, do conclude,
That what has past of Romish Interlude,
Is near an
Exit;
that the Scene will be
Changed from a Tempest to Serenity.
Zion.
O That's a
Cordial!
But my
grief
does borrow
Some fresh
Objections
to renew my sorrow:
For some that
wish me well,
do yet, in spite
Of Gospel-Beamings, and the clearest Light,
Retain some
Romish Fragments,
which displeases
The meek, the humble, self-denying
JESUS.
His way of Worship, Scripture does express;
No Useless Pomp, no Artificial Dress
Becomes Religion: Chastity abhors
The
Garb,
the
Painting,
and the
Gate
of
Whores.
Why should my Friends a Virgin-Church pollute
With any Relicks of that Prostitute?
Why Gawdy Things, that never had a Name
In sacred Records, our Profession shame?
Why are our
Rites
enamel'd with their
Gloss?
Why must our
Gold
be mingled with their
Dross?
Why
further Reformation
is suppressed,
T' uphold a
Grandeur
that's
Vsurp'd
at best?
Why
Doors
and
Windows
must be shunt up quite,
To stop the Radiance of a
further Light?
And why must such as disallow those Tricks,
Be branded as the vilest
Schismatics?
But that's not all: My Children more refined
From those Corruptions, do afflict my mind.
O depths of Sorrow that disturb my Rest!
O racking Grief that rends my woeful Brest!
Some are so Carnal, some so swiftly hurled
Into the Labrinths of th'enticing World,
That in the hurries of that crowded Road,
They find small leisure to attend their God;
Preferring filthy Gain, and ill-got Wealth,
Before the means of their Eternal Health.
Some that in words respect me, I behold
In that sad posture, betwixt hot and cold.
Sometimes they seem for sanctity; sometimes
Slide with the current of prevailing Crimes:
Their Pulses beat with an alternate motion;
Now for the
World,
then for some faint
Devotion.
Some that unto my Tabernacles were
Admitted, left me for
Egyptian
Fare:
These not content with my Celestial Diet,
Do run with others to excess of Riot.
Some to be
Popular,
away would give
Those
Gospel-Dutys
that are
positive:
From such as these, my Sorrows do increase,
That Sell
God's Order
for a
seeming Peace;
Such Open Gaps that do
pervert
the Laws
Of my just
Right,
and well-defended
Cause.
But O! how many
Easy Christians
take
Their
Rest
in
Forms,
and no
distinction
make
'Twixt Shell and Kernel, that rely on
Duty
As if it were the sole adorning Beauty?
Such give the Lord the more invalid part,
Present their Body, but deny their Heart.
Are not some
Pastors
careless to provide
A
Word in Season,
for the
Flocks
they guide?
Some are too backward to supply the
Need
Of
painful Lab'rers,
that their
Souls
do feed:
Discourag'd by Close-fisted
Avarice,
Despis'd, neglected, through this
Hellish Vice.
My
Workmen languish,
and have cause of
moan,
To see their
Toyl
so ineffectual grown.
The most Pathetick Preaching scarce can move
Some
Rocky Hearers
to the Grace of
Love.
Must
Hag-faced Envy,
and
foul-tongu'd Detraction,
Invenom'd
Malice,
and unfaithful
Action,
Ill-grounded
Slander,
and uncertain
Rumors,
Backbitings, Quarrels,
and the worst of
Humours
Be practic'd thus? Ah grief of griefs to fee
Professing People
act iniquity
To such a Pitch!—Some
Husbands
and some Wives
Do lead such shameful, such unsavory Lives;
Whilst mutually at strife, they do impeach
That Name that should be very dear to each:
Such Pride, such surly, dogged
reprehension
For every Toy, such sharpness and contention,
As does disgrace
Religion,
and does lay
Blocks and Offences in a
Converts
Way.
Ah! why cannot Saints in Familys eschew
That which
mere Heathens
are ashamed to do?
Their Houses are the Scene of
Civil Wars,
Of Brawls, of Discord, and
Domestic Jars.
In grace or comfort can they find increase,
Or
Heavenly Blessings,
who are void of Peace?
How oft do
Parents
Ill Example draw
Their tender Children to infringe the Law
And Sanctions of the Everlasting God:
Do they not spoil them when they spare the
Rod?
To strict Extremes some Parents do adhere,
Check not at all, or else are too severe:
On
Back
and
Belly
they bestow much Cost,
But care not if their Precious Souls be lost:
Are they not guilty of Prodigious Folly
That teach them
Courtship,
& neglect what's
Holy?
A Child untutor'd, (a mere lump of Sin,)
May justly curse its cause of having been.
Such as instruct, do doubly them beget,
By timely Lessons lab'ring to defeat
Their growth in Ill; such mold their
better part
By wise prevention of a Canker'd heart.
O! then's the time to give 'em Form and Mold
For Trees admit no bending that are Old.
Who timely sow such
seed
they would have grow,
Will surely reap according as they sow.
Some like the Ape, that does by hugging kill,
Prompt on a Child to tip his tongue with ill
In his first prattle: But it is less pain
To form good Habits, then reform the vain.
On th' other hand, how many Children do
Prove vain, rebellious, disobedient to
Their
godly Parents?
Slight their careful teaching
Make Games of Prayer, and a mock of Preaching.
Contempt of Parents, of what kind so ever,
Contracts a bitter Curse, which everywhere
Will find them out. But O my aking Soul
Beats sad Alarms of Grief! I must condole
The dismal Fate of Youth! Alas how few
The ways of God and Holiness pursue!
But very eager to obey the Devil,
In quickly learning every reigning Evil.
Here you may see, if you survey the Nation,
Our Youth grown old in vile abomination:
Such early Graduates in the Hellish Science,
Setting both Heaven and Hell at loud defiance.
Let Grace and Virtue grovel in the Dust,
Their Youth and Strength they'll sacrifice to Lust.
That sacred Precept in the Word of Truth,
To mind their Maker in the Days of Youth,
They scorn to head: Ah fools! that would begin
Conversion, when they can no longer sin.
But know, preposterous Sots, the Day of Doom
That dreadful Audit of Accounts) will come.
How dare you run this vile
Career,
till Death,
Like a
Grim Serjeant,
comes toarrest your breath,
When
Tongues
do faulter, & your
Eyestrings
crack
When stings of Horror do your
Conscience
rack,
When Hells
Abyss
sets ope its spacious Gate,
And
Troops of Devils
round about you wait,
When naught but
Horrour
and
Confusion
seizes,
Upon your Sences, when those
foul Diseases
You got by vile
Debauches,
have at length
Destroy'd your Person, and subdued your
Strength,
Is this a Season to Detest your Lewdness,
To talk of
Virtue,
or pretend to Goodness?
Egregious Fools! how dare you to delay
Your Souls Affair to that
uncertain Day!
O! Can you trust so
grand a
Work to that
Moment of
Anguish?
when you know not what
(When Sonnd) your end will be, nor yet how soon,
Though brisk at
Morning,
you may die ere
Noon!
And if unchang'd, your certain
Doom
will be
To lie in
Hell
to all
Eternity.
Zion's Children.
O
Dismal State! O miserable Case!
Enough to daunt all that are void of Grace!
And crush the bragging of the stoutest mind!
But are there still more grievances behind?
Zion.
STill more behind?
O that there were no more!
Since they are too many that I have told before:
Masters
and
Servants, Kings
and
Subjects
err
In their
Relation:
does not each prefer
Base, Selfish Ends to gratify a
Lust,
Before what's honest, and supremely Just?
Ah! how much time, among the Saints, is spent
In fruitless, idle
Talk?
How negligent
In
holy Conference!
strange to each other!
How dull is each to quicken up his
Brother
In
Gospel-duties!
O! how few do nourish
That
Love
and
Zeal
which heretofore did flourish!
A
Love
whose flaming Heat and Gen'rous Rays
•
Replete with Spirit) famed the former days.
•
ious Discourses may reclaim the Vile;
•
ut they are hardened in their Sins the while
•
aints
do converse like them, and rather learn
Their vicious Tricks, then teach them to discern
The dismal Snares and Perils that do lurk
〈◊〉
sinful Words, and every evil Work.
••
me are so convetous, that they would grasp
The World in
Arm-fulls,
till their latest Gasp.
••
me full of
Envy:
others do express
Their
Lust
on Dainties, feeding to
Excess:
〈◊〉
nice
and
delicate,
in choice of Meat,
Whilst their
poor Brethren
scarce have
bread
to eat.
Merchants and Traders have a nimble Art
To sum their
Shop-books,
but neglect the
Heart;
For
that
they think there's time enough, and look
But seldom to the Reck'nings of that Book.
How many come for
Fashion
-sake to hear?
(What one receives, goes out at toother Ear)
How many
loiter
in their
Christian
Race,
Profusely squandering the day of Grace?
Many like Drones, on others
Toyl
do live,
Though 'tis less honor to receive than give.
What
lying, cheating, couz'ning
and
deceit
Do Traders use? O! how they over-rate
What they would sell? but if they be to buy,
They undervalue each Commodity.
But why should
Pride,
that vile
Abomination,
Be found in
Saints?
must every
Apish
Fashion
Bewitch their minds, when God is so Express
In strict for
•
idding of so vile a Dress?
Prayer, that
Sacred Ordinance,
that holds
An intercourse with Heaven, which beholds
The Fathers Glory, and on High does mount,
Is made by many but of small account;
'It is that that carrys our Desires to God,
And comes down fraighted with a blessed Load
Of sweet Returns; yet 'tis much disrespected,
And
Closet-Duty
too too much neglected.
Scriptures themselves are slighted and dis-used,
And oft, when read, perverted or abused:
Helping the Weak, is turned into a slighting;
Gospel-Reproofs perverted to backbiting.
Many that do of God their
Mercy
crave,
Yet on the
Needy
little
Mercy
have;
All owe their
Blessings
to the God of
Love,
Yet too too many do unthankful prove.
Some follow
Whimsies
that do
nearly
border
Upon
Confusion,
and
despise
all
Order:
Such on all
Sacred Institutions
trample,
(Though fortify'd by
Precept
and
Example
)
As if 'twere
low
for an
exalted mind
To be, to God's
Declared Will,
confined;
But can these
Men of Rapture
make
pretences
That they have more
Divine Intelligence
Then all th' Illustrious Saints, as
Prophets, Priests,
Apostles, Martyrs
and
Evangelists,
That were the
Scribes
and
Messengers of Heaven,
And strictly practic'd all the
Dutys
given
Unto the
Church,
which are
without repeal?
But if they are
disannul'd,
who did
reveal
Their
Abrogation
to these
bold Pretenders?
God's Laws are
sound,
and need no
Cobling-menders.
But Oh! that
Dismal Evil
that's behind
Disturbs my
Reason,
and distracts my
Mind!
It is
DIVISION!
That unhappy word
Has done more Mischief than a
Popish Sword
Could ever do, if that a
sweet Communion
(At least of
Love
) did but complete our
Union.
Why should
Licentious Heat,
my
Children
hurry
To those
Extreams?
must they each other
worry
For
trivial things?
do they not
all agree
•
n
Fundamentals of Divinity?
Is there no
Room
for
Love?
or must that
grace
Among my
Children,
have no proper place?
Why must one
Saint
be angry with his
Brother
If not so
tall
as he? or with another,
Because his
Face
is not
so white
as his?
Or that his
Habit
not so
gaudy
is?
Alas! no
Folly
can be more
absund,
Nor more exploded in God's
Holy
word.
All should to
Gospel-Purity
adhere;
But to
calumniate, villify
and
jeer
All such as are not of their
very pitch,
Is
Anti-Gospel,
and a
practice
which
The Lord
abhors:
If
Causes
of
dissent
Evert not
Truth,
and shake the
Fundament
Of
True Religion,
why such
angry brawling?
Such
Odious Nick-names?
and such vile
miscalling?
Who dares intrude into the
Judgment-Seat
Of God Almighty? who is only Great,
And only
Judgment
gives; to
him belongs
To
pass the Sentence,
and
to punish wrongs.
Why cannot
Christians
with each other bear?
Among
Apostles
some
dissensions
were;
But did they therefore
persecute
each other?
These
Mortal Conflicts, Brother
against
Brother,
Destroys our
safety,
for they set a GAP
Open for
Rome,
that would us all entrap
In
Fatal Snares:
their
Maxim
is, we know,
Divide and Rule; Distract and Overthrow.
Their
Crafty Agents
to
creep in
among
Our
heedless Parties,
and
divide
the
Throng,
That with more Ease they may us all
devour,
Destroy our
Nation,
and subvert our
power.
Why therefore do not
Protestants
agree
As
One,
against the
Common Enemy?
Who waits with bloody hand, toinvolve 'em all,
In one
Destruction Epidemical.
Zion's Children.
AH Mother! who can remedy your grief?
For this Disease admits of no relief.
Zion.
OF no relief?
O then my Heart must
break!
Unless my
Sons,
their
Mothers
Counsel take;
Which will those fatal
flaming heats
allay,
Obstruct their
Growth,
and take 'em clear away.
O can a Mothers
Tears
and woeful
Crys
Be dis-regarded in her
Children's Eyes?
Can
English Protestants,
who do profess
To serve one God in
Truth
and
Holiness,
Slight all my
Wishes,
and
Requests
despise?
O! Hearken to my
Counsel,
and be
Wise.
Let
Wrathful Pride,
and foolish
Self-conceit
Let
Quibbles
and
Sophistical deceit
Be quite exploded? let a cool
Debate
All
Fundamentals
of
Religion
state:
In such you all, will certainly agree;
(O happy
Model
of sweet
Unity!
)
Let none that to those
Principles
do stick,
Be branded with the name of
Heretic;
It glads my heart to hear 'em call each other
By tha
•
sweet
Title
of a
Christian Brother.
Next if you would not
Charity
explode,
Abuse the
guiltless,
and affront your God,
Judge not your
Brethren
at a distance, neither
Give
easy Credit
to the
Tales
of either
Hot-headed Scriblers,
or
licentious tongues,
That often load the
innocent
with
Wrongs:
So
Hellish Monks
did serve
Waldensian
Saints
With
horrid clamour,
and
unjust complaints:
So
Popish Impudence
spews out its
Gall
To make us
odious,
and bespatter all
The
Reformation; sure that cause is bad
Whose chief support from
Railing
must be had.
If giddy
rumour,
or uncertain
fame
Should raise a
Slander
on your
Brothers
Name,
Repair to him, and in
Converse
you will see
Whether he
guilty,
or not
guilty
be:
If he be faulty,
tell him of his sin;
Be
mild
and
secret,
and you may him win.
Admonish
gently,
let your
whole discourse
Be full of
savor, love
and
Scripture-force.
This is the
way to bring him to a sense,
And God's
prescribed Method
to
convince;
But if you fail, then
leave him to his God,
Who can reform, or punish with a
Rod.
Your
Work
is done, you have
discharged
the part
Of
Friend,
of
Brother,
of a
Christian heart.
Before
Belief,
examine what is vented,
Good Men by
Malice
may be represented
In
Monstrous Shapes:
Some that to God are dear,
Hatred
will paint like a
misshapen Bear;
Believe not therefore
distant imputation?
No Censure's Just, before
Examination.
In all
Debates
be sure to lay aside
All prejudice, and let the
Scriptures
guide
Your
calm, sedate Disputes,
let
Truth
be scann'd
With cool Resolves: O! let that
great Command
Of
Love
take place! for that should
moderate
All
Eager Sallies
in a
warm Debate.
Who loses
Error,
truly gains
the Field;
And he is
Victor,
that to
Truth
does yield.
Where e're you find it, though in
mean array,
Subscribe, and win the Glory of the Day.
O! what's the World, but
Shackles
to the
Mind?
What's Reputation, but a
fleeting Wind?
Why should those
Bawbles
which
the Lord abhors,
Become the
Sacred Truths
Competitors?
Away with all such Rubs, let
Truth
take place!
And then the
Springs
of
Everlasting Grace
Will drop down
Blessings, Unity, Increase,
Among my
Children,
as the
fruits of Peace.
Zion's Children.
Our
Common Danger,
and the
Real Sence
(Which we have got by
dear Experience
)
Of those Advantages, our
cruel Foe
Gets by our Factions,
will unite us so,
As that
our Enemys,
shall never prevail
To break our League, or make our Courage fail:
But tell, Dear
Mother,
has some new affright
So dis-composed you, that you fear our Light
Is near Extinction?
tell your
Sons,
we pray,
What are the Symptoms of th' expiring Day.
Why do you judge, that
England's
Day of Grace
Draws to an Evening, and declines apace?
Shew some
Prognostics
of that dismal Night,
That
threatens to succeed
our Gospel-Light.
Zion.
WHen
Sol
once touches our
Meridian
Line,
It straight descends, does by degrees
decline;
Its heat grows less, its dis-appearing
Light
Yields to the
Sable
of approaching Night:
Just so the
Gospel
in its
Altitude,
Once shot such
Beams,
that in this
Isle
ensu'd
So great
Conversion,
that those former Days
Did feel its blest and universal Rays.
A General
Heat
did warm this
Happy Nation,
From its benign and pow'rful
Operation:
But now it falls! and from our
Horizon
Its vig'rous
influence
is almost gone.
Thousands of
Sermons
lately have been preached,
But very few (if any) sinners reached.
How ineffectual is the quick'ning word!
It shines, but warms not; its but like a Sword
That's fair to sight, but has no Edge at all;
Few pricked at
heart!
and scarce do any fall
At
Jesus
feet! or have a sense of Sin,
Confessing how
rebellious
they have been!
It is a dismal and apparent Sign
That Night comes on, when
Phoebus
does decline,
When Heat and Fervour fail, our
Hemisphere
Will quickly see its glory disappear.
The Ev'ning of the Nat'ral Day is come,
When Harvest-Work-men are repairing home:
So when quick Summons of
Omnipotence,
Removes the Dressers of his
Vineyard
hence,
We may conclude the
Gospel-Morning
past,
Because God's Servants disappear so fast.
Can I, when
Gap-defenders
fall asleep,
But like old
Israel,
for my
Prophets
weep?
How can the naked and unguarded
Flock,
Sustain the Brunt of an invading Shock?
When of its
Shepherds
it is thus bereft,
When scarce a
Moses,
or a
Joshua
's left,
How many active Guides, most dearly loved
By Me, have been in little time removed;
Scarce can I dry mine Eies for loss of one;
But News arrive of many others gone:
If that my Head were Waters, and each Eie
A Well of Tears, I could distil 'em dry.
Bright Lamps extinguishit! and no other Lights
Appear to chace the horror of our Nights!
Shook by concussions of my Foes I stand,
Whilst few are raised to hold my trembling hand!
If thus my
Horsemen,
and
Commanders
die,
What will become of the poor
Infantry?
Who can support the burden of the
Day,
When such brave
Hero's
daily drop away?
Is Summer past, or is the Harvest done?
That such
presages
of
a Storm
come on!
Sure God (as
Monarchs
do) intendeth
Wars,
When he
recalls
his choice Ambassadors.
Ah too
licentious World!
come, look about,
Before the Lord, the
bloody Flag
puts out:
When God from
Sodom,
righteous
Lot
did call,
Sulphurous Flashes
did consume them all.
Another ground of my
prevailing fear
That
England
's black
Catastrophe
is near,
Is that, as in the Closure of the Day,
The
Evening Wolves
do range abroad to
Prey
So
Romish Beasts
in
monstrous Swarms
do peep
From their
black Caverns,
to destroy my
Sheep:
Such hate the
tell-tale-light,
and therefore hide
Themselves in
Dens,
until the
Ev'ning
•
ide.
Their
cursed products
are resolves of
Night,
Like silent
Currs,
that in the
dark
do bite.
Another
Symptom
of the
days declension,
Is when the
Shadows
do increase
dimension:
So when I look about, I
plainly see
Our
Ev'ning shadows
very long to be.
In
Human Bodys
when the Head grows
Hoary,
It notes
decay of Vigor, Strength
and
Glory.
Gray hairs
are thick upon our
Ephraim
's Head,
His
Strength
decays, his
Face
is withered.
When
joints
grow
palsy'd,
& the
Blood
's
congeal'd
Into a
Jelly,
can the Man be healed?
When
limbs
grow
stiff,
and
feeble Age
does plow
Its
wrinkled furrows
on the
Patients
brow;
When
heat
gives place to a
benumbing cold,
When
doting Fancy
cares not to be told
Of its
approaches
to a certain
Grave;
When it rejects the
Physic
that would save,
The
Case is desperate,
for the
Patient's
just
Upon the Point
to be intomb'd in Dust:
E'en so (Alas!) this
Gasping Nation
lies
Under the
pressure
of sad
Maladies!
'It is
sick at heart,
yet seems
averse
to take
That
sacred Physic,
whose
Ingredients
make
Diseases
vanish, and would
ward
the Blow
Which will, (I fear) produce its
overthrow.
Ah! must our
Glory
(like a
brittle Glass
Reduc'd to
Fractions
) into
Atoms
pass!
So Rude a
Chaos!
an unform'd
confusion!
Threatning the whole with utter
dissolution.
Once
Happy Isle,
I grieve at thy condition:
Where's thy
Repentance?
where is thy
Contrition▪
Thou hast been counted our
Immanuel
's Land,
The
Gospel
seems on
Tip-toe
now to stand,
To bid thee
farewell:
Must thy Sun so soon
Be
set!
before it did approach to
Noon!
Must that
Illustrious Morning-light
be gone,
That spread it Beams through all our
Horizon?
Must wretched
Malice,
and prodigious
Lust,
Must bare-faced
Pride,
and impudent
Distrust,
Rob thee of this inestimable
Jewel?
How canst thou be so
pittiless,
so
cruel
Unto thyself?
Sin
is the
flaming dart
That cuts thy Veins, and wounds thy very heart.
Can
Zion
choose but send out
mournful Crys?
And weep thy
Downfal
in sad Elegies?
Within thy Bounds my Tabernacles were
Built up, and I did long inhabit here.
Thy
Gospel-glory,
and
Renown
's gone forth
Into all Parts and Corners of the
Earth.
Thou mayst be justly stilled
the place of Vision?
(Though made by Foes an
Object of Derision
)
The Joy of Saints, the
Protestant
's Delight,
The
Mark
and
Butt
of
Antichristian
spite.
But if the Crown be ravished from thy
Head,
And
Romish
Clouds thy Luster overspread,
What
heart so brawny,
but thy
doleful Cry
Must move to pity? what relentless Eye,
Can see thy fall, and not dissolve to drops?
O fleeting
Joys!
O dis-appearing hopes!
O hastening horror! O invading fears!
Had I a Sea of never-empty'd tears,
My boundless, helpless grief wide open sets
The Sluces for its streaming Rivulets.
The very Air, dressed in Prodigious Forms,
Must groan in Thunder, and must weep in Storms.
Nature, of strong Convulsions sickned is,
To see this horrid
Metamorphosis!
Where
Gospel
Pastors did some Millions feed,
Must blind and sottish
ignorance
succeed?
Must all their Throats be cut that would not adore
The hateful
Carcass
of a
Rotten Whore?
Must all that execrate
Rome
's
Superstition,
Be Murder'd by a
bloody Inquisition?
Must such as would not to
Idols
•
ow, be broke?
Must flaming
Smithfield,
belch out
Fire
and
Smoke
Of Martyred
Saints?
must all that will not turn
(With
Bibles
and good
Books
) together burn?
Must
Monkish Torys,
mere
Incarnate Devils,
Possess our
Land,
and pester it with
Evils,
Of such an odious and abhorred
Grain,
That but to name 'em is a
lasting Stain?
Must our Renowned Ministers give place
To
Romish Block-heads?
O the vile disgrace
Of such a
Change!
Must an
adult'rous Priest
Belch out his
Mass,
where they have preached
Christ
Must that
absurd
and
irreligious Tribe
Who fetter
Conscience,
and regard a
Bribe
Beyond their Souls, be Leaders to our
Flocks?
Must
paltry Non-sense,
and those
Apish Mocks,
Mis-called
Devotion,
fill the
House of Prayer?
Must
Pestilence
infect our
purer Air?
Must
Sodom
be translated to our
Isle,
And filthy
Priests
our chastity
defile?
Must
Satan's Factors
in a
human shape,
On modest
Virgins
perpetrate a
Rape?
Must all our
painful Ministers
be driven
To
fiery Stakes,
if they renounce not
Heaven?
Must our dear
Infants
lose their harmless lives
In
f
•
aming Faggots,
or with
Popish Knives?
Must
guiltless blood
through all our
Streets
rebound
A mournful
Echo?
must the
horrid sound
Of
Axes, Whips,
and dreadful
Scourges
tear
Our
aking hearts,
and pierce the
yielding Air!
All this will be, if
Rome can but prevail!
Amazement
stops my
Speech!
my
Spirits
fail!
I only can in
Interjections
cry,
I sink in
Trances! O! I dy, I dy!
Zion's Children.
AH! how can we with any Patience bear
This sad Complaint? Can any Children hear
Their Mother delug'd in a
Sea
of
Grief,
And not step in to give her some relief!
Chear up,
Illustrious Spouse,
and be not cast
Into
despair,
by this approaching
blast:
Christ is our Captain, then we may be
bold,
In all our storms, he is our
Anchorhold.
But what's this
Beast,
of whom thou dost complain?
Whence came he first? and of what date's his Reign?
Give us his
Marks,
that we may surely know him,
Repel his
Pride,
and quickly overthrow him
With Universal and Vnited
Force,
Our
Armed Legions
shall impede his
Course.
If God Commands (who do's the
Scepter
wield)
We'll fight his
Battels,
and dispute his
Field.
In
Martial Syllogisms
our Arms shall speak:
We'll strom his Wall, and make his Pillars quake.
Araging Anger in our Bosom burns,
Patience
Provokit too much,
to
Fury
turns.
Zion.
THis
Beast
above (
a
) twelve hundred years has been
My Mortal Foe, he's called (
b
)
The Man of Sin,
(a) The most diligent and industrious Searchers into the
Epocha,
or Beginning of Antichristo as the learned
Mede, Alstedius,
Mr.
T. L.
in his Book entitled
A Voice out of the Wilderness,
Mr.
Brightman, Tillinghast,
with several other Eminent Men, seem harmoniously to agree that the Beast began his forty two Months, or one thousand two hundred and sixty (Prophetical) Days or Years, between the years 365. and 455. and therefore must consequently end in a short time. See Mr.
Mede,
page 600, & 601. To confirm which, the witness of the best Chronologers, Historians and Antiquaries concur; as also the posture
of the Worlds Affairs, the unusual working of things, and the awakening Providences of God; which makes us hope, as Mr.
Withers
affirms,
That that glorious Revolution will be in this present Age.
And though famous
Du Moulin,
and some Others, speak not of the Popes claiming the Title of
Universal Bishop,
till about the year 604. or 606. when the Traitor
Phocas
by the help
•
f
Boniface
the 3d. murdered the Emperor
Maurice,
(in requital of which, the Usurper
Phocas
gave the said
Boniface
that blasphemous Title, and decreed that the
Roman Church should be head of all Churches;
Which
Platina
a
Papist,
and a Writer of the
Popes
Lives agrees to▪ as
Beda, de 6 Aetat Mundi, Paul▪ Diacon. rer. Rom. 18. Histor. Longob. lib. 4. 11. Anast. Bibl. Vit. Bon. 3. Ado. Aetat. 6. Reg. Chron. l. 1. Aimon. de gest. Franc. lib. 4. c.
4.) Yet the same
Du Moulin
seems positively to affirm, that the Persecution of the Church under the
Pope,
shall have an end in (or about) the Year, 1689. See his Book entitled,
The Accomplishment of the Prophecies, Pag.
4. 12. Thus Term once expired (
saith he
) the Truth that was apprest shall lift up her head afresh, and the
Witnesses
shall be seen to stand up again, who shall astonish the Church of
Rome,
&c.
(b) 2
Thes. 2. 3. Man of Sin.
〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉
, is an
Hebraism,
and imports a person given up to Impiety and Wickedness, as Pro. 24. 5.
〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉
vir scientiae,
a Man of knowledge, that is,
Very Knowing, 2 Sam.
16. 8.
〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉
,
vir sanguinum,
A Man of Blood,
that is, one arrived at a
non ultra
of impiety.
This
introducer
of
blind Superstition,
Is stilled in
Holy Writ, (
c
) Son of Perdition.
From Hells
Abyss,
at first he did proc
•
ed,
As in the
Revelations
(
d
) you may read:
'It is he whom
Daniel
calls (
e
)
the little Horn,
By whom three more up by the Roots were torn.
(c)
〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉
, Son of Perdition,
is also an
Hebraism,
and denotes, One
designed for destruction,
as a hopeless and graceless wretch.
Chrysost. on 2 Thes. Hom. 3.
tells us, he is called so because he shall be destroyed
Piscator
and
Erasmus
think it may be expounded,
one desperate, and past all hope of Honesty—
the perfect Copy of his Original
Judas,
who is called
the Son of Perdition, John 17. 12.
for he seemed an Angel, yet was a Devil—he was no Heathen, quitted
Judaism,
followed
Christ,
was an Apostle, seemed to pity the Poor, pretended great affection to his Master, yet
betrays him with a Kiss,
loved the Bag, hatched a Villany able to rend the Rocks, and make the Earth quake—In which let all impartial men consider whether the
Romish Antichrist
does not exactly
Parallel
him,
(d)
Rev.
11. 7. The Beast that a ascendeth out of that Bottomless Pit,
&c.
(e)
Du Moulin, p.
379. amply demonstrates that the portion of the
Roman
Empire, which the
Pope
hath under him hath such proportion in respect of the whole Extent of the
Roman Empire,
as there is of
•
to 10, that is little less than the third Part, agreeable to
Dan.
7. 8.
THe Marks of the Beast.
First Mark.
The Spirit aptly does
Characterize
This
Mushroms growth,
(
f
) declares he shall arise
Not till a
day of great Apostasy
Corrupts true Faith and Gospel Purity:
Just so it happened at that very time,
When
Rome's
proud
Prelate
did attempt to
climb
To that
Prodigious Grandeur
which devours
Both
Regal, Princely
and
Imperial Powers.
That such a Fall as then
Predicted
was,
Did e're his
rising,
truly come to pass,
Some Learned
Writers
of their own confess,
With detestation of their wickedness.
(f)
This is one way whereby we may know who the
Man of Sin
is,
viz. He shall not be revealed until there come a falling away first,
as
2 Thess. 2. 3.
The Revelation of Antichrist was then to be, when there should appear some eminent Defection in the Church. Now Antiquity clearly makes out when that Apostasy was; it began an very early: It is affirmed by
some, The Church did not continue a pure Virgin, nor retained her Primitive Purity, longer then one hundred years. But however, all approved Historians agree, that about the beginning of the Fourth Century, the Apostasy of which the Apostle speaketh, was visible, and fully manifested:
Joan. Wolfius
out of
Jerome,
saith,
That about the year 390. the Law perished from the Priest, and the Vision from the Prophet; Avarice and Corruption crept into the Church; they condemned Meats and Marriage, and yet gave themselves up to luxurious Banquets and Uncleanness.
In the year 326, it was endeavored in the Council of
Nice,
to cause Bishops and Elders to refrain from their Wives.
See Alsted
in
Chronologia testium Veritatis.
Also the said
Wolfius
alledgeth a Saying out of
Augustine,
applying it to the year 399. who speaketh thus:
That Religion about that time was corrupted with Traditions land Human Rites; that the condition of the Jews under the Law, was easier then that of Christians under the Gospel. Dionysius
in an Epistle hinteth that
they were burdened with Ceremonies and Traditions that were obtruded and laid upon Christians;
and that
the Sacraments both of Baptism and the Lord's Supper, suffered great mutation, and was grievously corrupted.
Also we find
Chrysostom
declaiming against the Bishop of
Rome,
concerning Purgarory; which thing is applied to the Year 410. or there abouts. Besides, we find mention made of
worshipping of Images▪
which is reprehended by one
Amphilocus
Bishop of
Iconium,
as also by
Epiphanius,
whom we find speaking thus:
Whence is this Image-Worship, and Design of the Devil?
And a little after, he saith,
Be mindful, my beloved Children, that ye bring not Images into the Church, but bear about God in your hearts.
The Second Mark.
WHen
Rome's
great
Empire
to its Period
came,
The
Papal Hierarchy
(
h
) usurped the same,
By hellish Craft he makes that Seat his own,
And forms
Regalia
's to a Tripple-Crown.
This Man of Sin in * Gospel-Times we know
Was but a hatching, and in Embryo;
And ever he could come to maturity,
The † Roman Empire must dissolved be;
Upon whose Ruines he hath built his Nest,
An raised his Rampant Domineering Crest.
(h) The second thing that was to precede the coming of Antichrist, was the taking away of the Sixth Head,
viz.
The Heathen Empire, which in the Apostles time * did let or hinder his Rise; He that now letteth will let, until he be taken out of the way, and then shall that
wicked one
be revealed, &c.
The Empire
(saith
du Moulin) which did bear rule, must
be abolished, and out of the Ruins thereof the
Son of Perdition
is made manifest, and exalts himself: the Emperors hindered him, but the Empire being decayed in the
West,
and diminished in the
East
by the
Saracens,
the
Pope
found means to seize upon the chief City of the Empire, together with great part of
Italy,
and to devour the Neighbouring Churches and Realms at his pleasure. Du Moulin, ubi supra, p.
119. That this was the general Opinion of Antiquity, may be seen in
Tertullian, lib. de Resurrect. cap. 24. Chrysost, 4 Sermon on
2 Thes.
The Greek Scholiast. in loc. August. de civitat Dei, lib. 20. cap. 19. Iren. 11. quest to Algasia, Lipsius, &c.
He that would see more particularly how the Bishop or
Rome
hath made his Market by the ruin of the Empire, let him read
Signonius
his History of the Kingdom of
Italy:
In the beginning of his third Book he shows how Pope
Gregory
the Second, because the Emperor opposed his setting up of Images in the Church, forbad the People to pay Tribute to him, and not so much as once to name him in their Public Service,
Du Moulin, p.
157. This then being out of question, to wit, That the
Roman Empire
whereof
St. Paul
speaks, is already ruined, and that the Bishop of
Rome
thereupon rose to that height of
pride
and
Blasphemy,
it must needs follow that the
Son of Perdition
is revealed, and that this is he.
The Third Mark.
AT first from mean estate (1) this
Beast
arose,
Came from the Earth, and did at length oppose
The former
Beast,
the
Roman
Empire; he
By help of
Lombards
chac'd from
Italy,
Us
•
rpt his
Seat,
appropriates his
Power,
And doth the Saints (as bad as he) devour.
Popes Tragicks
are the second part of his.
As if that Soul by
Metempseuchosis (2)
Surviv'd, and were translated into this.
Now let all judge if
Antichrist
become
That sees these
Marks
upon the
Beast
or R
•
me.
(1)
This Beast
(saith
Du Moulin) rose from a small beginning and mean estate, signified by a
Little Horn
in
Daniel's
Prophecy, and in the
Revelations of St.
John by his
rising out of the Earth,
according as the
Latins
call such as get up from a little,
Terrae Filios,
as
Mushromes
or
Toad-stools,
pag.
259. Now who is there but knows how mean and poor the Bishops of
Rome
were, before they came to be Earthly Monarchs? then when they had not one foot of ground, that the Emperor caused them to be whipt, imprisoned, banished,
&c.
but by degrees to what a mighty height did he rise? He exercised the Power of the First Beast by little and little, he took the Empire upon him, (2) sat down in his very Seat,
assumed his Habit and Shoes of Scarlet, and counterfeited the actions and rights of the
Roman
Empire: casting off his
Crosier-Staff,
he takes to hisself a
Crown,
and is clothed in
Scarlet,
which was proper to the Emperor: the Emperor had a
Senate
•
lad in
Scarlet,
and he hath a
Senate
of
Cardinals
clad in cloth of the same color, and in many other things he seemed to represent the
First Beast.
The Fourth Mark.
(1.) HE doth exalt himself above all those
Call'd
God's on earth,
does by his (2)
Bulls
oppose
All Regal Edicts, that receive not their
Obliging
Sanction
from his
papal Chair,
He like a Peerless Potentate does now
Make Sovereign
Thrones,
and Crowned
Monarchs
bow.
(1.) This is notorious to the World, though the brevity of Notes admit not room for many Examples.
(2.) Pius the
Fifth, sent a Bull to depose
Qu. Elizabeth.
See
Jewel's View of Sedition,
and
Cambden's Eliz 1570. Tom. 1. Gregory
the 13 labor'd secretly to rnine her,
Id. ibid. Anno 1378. Tom. 1. Sixtus 5.
gave her Kingdom to the king of
Spain, Anno 1588. ibid. Clement 8.
Strictly commands that none should inherit the
English
Crown, how good soever his Title be, unless they be sworn and resolved
Papists,
he words are thus:
Nisi ejusmodi esset,
qui fidem Catholicam non modo toleraret, sed omni opp & studio promoveret, & studio promoveret, & more majorum jurejurando se id praestiturum susceperet.
Camb.
Ann. 1600. Tom. alter.
(3.) Some hold his
Stirrup,
(4.) some are made to wait
Three
Frosty Nights
bare-footed at his Gate.
(5.) Imperial Heads lie prostrate at his Beck,
And to his trampling feet submit their Neck.
(3.)
Pope Adrian
4. made the Emperor
Frederick
1. to hold his Stirrup, and chid him for holding the wrong one,
Balaeus in Act. Rom. Pont. in Vit. Adrian
4.
(4.)
Gregory
7. made the Emperor
Henry
4. his Empress and Child, to wait 3 days and 3 night, in a
Frosty Season,
bare-footed and bare-legged, before his Gates, before they could get Audience.
Id. In vit. Gregor.
7.
(5)
Alexander
3. Made the Emperor fall upon the ground, in the Temple of
St. Mark
at
Venice,
the whole People being present, and puts his Foot upon his Neck, uttering the
Psalmists
words,
Psal. 91. 13. Thou shalt tread upon the Lion and the Adder, the young Lion and Dragon shalt thou trample under feet, Id. in vit. Alex.
3. see 40 Examples of this in the Learned
Dr. White's Way of the Church. p.
18, 19, 20, 21.
The Fifth Mark.
ANother
Mark,
He in God's Temple sits,
Boasting himself a God, and counterfeits
True Holiness; when he assumed the Throne,
There was a Temple (*) of the Holy One
In
Rome,
and did continue so, till they
Displaced Christ, (†) and flung his
Truth
away.
'It is expressly latd down by the
Apostle,
as an
undoubted
Mark
of
the Man of Sin, viz. That he should sit in the Temple of God. Chrysost.
is very express,
Hom. 3. 2. Thes. 8.
〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉
, that is, not in
Jerusalem
but in the
Church,
so Oecumenus, de Rom, lib. 3. cap. 13.
and
Theoph. Theodor. Ambrose. Primus Anselm. Severian. apud imsum.
Besides it was to be in a C
•
with 7 Hills, and where 7 kings of supreme Magistrates were or had been, which agrees to no City ty but
Rome,
as is demonstrated by
peter du Moulin
and others; if it be objected,
That the
Church of
Rome at the time of
Antichrists
Rise, could not be the Temple of God, because upon the
Great Apostasy
that denomination ceases,
it is answered▪
It might be called the Church and Temple of God then, though the Presence of God and the true Religion and Power of Godliness was gone it might retain the Name; as Royal Palaces keep
their names when ruined; 'its said,
I sa. I. 2 I. How is the Faithful City become an Harlot?
Could she be a
faithful City
and a
Harlot
too? The meaning is, she was so, but now thus; so
Matth. II. 5. Mark
7. ult 'tis said,
The blind see, the deaf hear, the dumb speak, the lame walk,
&c. that is, they were so, but now otherwise; a Woman keeps her Husbands Name though divorced for Whoredom; so
Rome
(*) was God's Temple & Christ's Church, but when she espoused another Head, and cast off her first Husband (†) and the true Faith, she became an
Harlot
and
Synagogue of Satan,
though bearing still the name of
Church
and
Christian
also. See an excellent Treatise, Intituled,
The Man of Sin, Printed
1677. pag. 40. &c.
The Sixth Mark.
THis is the Beast upon whose Back the great
Inticing
Strumpet
rides in Pompous State (*)
By him she was supported all along,
By his Imposture she was rendered strong.
(*) So he carried me away in the Spirit into the Wilderness, and I saw a Woman set upon a Scarlet colourd
Beast,
full of Names of Blasphemy, having seven Heads and ten Horns,
Rev.
17. 4. I will show the Mystery of the Woman, and the Beast that carrys her, verse. 7.
This
Mark
that (†) Notion throws quite out of Door,
That says the Beast
shall not arise before
The Desolation of the
Scarlet Whore.
(†)
It hath been a received Opinion of some Christians of late times,
that the
Beast
who is the
Antichrist
or
Man of Sin,
shall not arise till the
Whore
is destroyed,
and that
when he comes he shall only Reign 3 Years and a half.
Which Notion may seem strange to all considerate men; because that
Beast
who is of the 7th. and an 8th. all confess is the
Man of Sin:
and how evident is it that this very
Beast
bears up, and carrys the Whore from first to last? Besides, Consider 'tis said, the
10 Horns of this
very
Beast's shall hate the Whore, and make her desolate,
how could the
Horns
hate or hurt her, if the Beasts rise not till she is destroyed? can there be
Horns
and no
Beast?
And besides, should this Notion be received, it might seem strange that the Holy Spirit passeth by in silence, and takes no notice of this horrid
Monster,
or Succession of
Popes,
that have continued so long, having all the
Marks
and
Characters
so clearly upon him of
Antichrist.
If any should say,
he doth not deny Christ come in the Flesh.
I answer,
In a Mystery he doth, and particularly, in his ordaining of
Sacrifices,
as it was under the Law, which cease all when the
Antitype
came, and by assuming the place of Christ's Supremacy and Government.
The Seventh Mark.
THe Holy Spirit most expressly faith,
In later times some shall renounce the faith.
That by the Spirit of Seduction led,
Doctrine of Devils
through the Earth shall spread,
That belch out Falsehood in Hypocrisy
And many Thousands do deceive thereby;
Forbidding Marriage, (*)
and the use of Meat,
Which God ordained for every man to eat.
(*)
This is an undeniable Mark of the
Son of Perdition, viz. That he shall forbid Marriages, and command to abstain from
Meats, and who it is that commands to abstain from Meats, and who it is that suffers not his Clergy to Marry, and forbids the eating of Flesh on some eertain Day and seasons of the Year, is known to all. The Council of
Chalcedon
saith
(Conon. Cap. 16.) ut nec Deo dicata Virgo, nec Monachus nuberit; That no Nun or Monk shall marry. Bellarmine
in his
34. Cap.
of the Book of Monks, stiles the Marriage of Clerks and Monks by the name of
Sacrilege;
and affirms,
That they sin less which commit
Fornication
after they have once taken a Vow, than they do which Marry;
nay, and in the
19 Cap
of the First Book of
Clerks,
he saith,
That the Marriage of saints is not without some Sin, Pollution and Uncleanness.
The
General Council assembled at
Trullo,
to make
Canons,
tell us plainly in the
13 Canon,
that in the Church of
Rome, Whosoever will be a Deacon or Priest, must first protest that he will never anymore after that have to do with his Wife, &—If a man be found to have broke the Ordinance of the Church, by eating Flesh in
Lent,
especially in the Week which they call the Holy Week, the Priest,
saith my Author,
hath no power to absolve him, &c.
This Doctrine of the
Pope,
as 'its a
Mark of Antichrist,
soits expressly called
the Doctrine of Devils.
The Eighth Mark.
HE's not content to be Supreme below,
And make all
Scepters
to his
Crosur
bow;
But th' impious Wretch is grown so bold that even
He dares affront the
Majesty of Heaven.
What God Commands, this Imp of Hell controuls,
Condemns the saved, and saves condemned Souls:
Himself he places in
Jehouah's
(
a
) Throne,
As Chief of all, as Second unto none.
(
a
) He shall oppose and exalt himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped, showing himself that he is God, 2▪
Thess.
2. He shall speak great things against the most High, Dan. 7. 25.
That the Pope is guilty of opposition to, and emaltation of himself above the Majesty of God, is made appear by divers worthy Writers; the very Life and Soul of Popery
seems to run in this vein.
The Lord
Jesus (saith one
) is made a very Lacquey to the Pope, he changes Times and laws at his pleasure. God
says,
Thou shalt make to thyself on graven Image, &c.
The Pope takes away that Commandment, and declares
'its lawful to worship Images.
The Lord bids us
Search the Scriptures;
the Pope opposeth this, and
forbids the reading of them, nay burns to death those that do read them; and to prevent it, locks them up in an Unknown Tongue. God pardons Sins upon Repentance,
the Pope
without, for a Sum of Money.
The Pope
can invest a sorry Priest with power by uttering a few words to make a God, to turn Bread into the Real Body of Christ, and have power over him to do with him what he pleases when he hath done, and he cannot deliver himself out of his hands.
A brace of
Keys
he carrys in his hand,
To
shut
and
open
at his own Command.
He
curses
and
absolves,
he
binds, releases,
Puts down, advances
whomsoe're he pleases.
This is th'
Apocalyptic Beast,
that claims
Sublimest Titles, and Blasphemous Names,
With Matchless Pride, and Peerless Impudence,
He does for Money with God's Laws dispence
To fill his Purse (O shameless
Avarice!
)
All sorts of Sins he values at a price (
b
)
(
b
) What Sin is it but the Pope takes upon him to pardon for Money; besides be makes, the detestable Sins of Treason and Murder, if it be done in Zeal, and by his Authority, for the Promotion of the Pretended Holy Church, meritorious, Canonizing black and brutish Sinners for Saints, in his Kalendar, he exalts himself above the Word of God, he usurps God's Seat, by giving what Interpretation to God's Law he pleases, which he makes of equal Authority with it.
The Ninth Mark.
FAlse Miracles and Lying Wonders too
This grand Deceiver does pretend to do (
a
)
He fain would make th' abused World believe,
That he with Ease can make a Dead Man live.
They do such things, their
Sottish Legend
saith,
As far exceeds all Truth or Human Faith;
Their Nature, Number, Circumstances all,
Done by Atchievments Dabolical;
Their senselss Fables, arrant Fopperys,
Are mere Impostures and apparent Lyes.
This is an Engine which the Granceless Wretch
Does spread abroad, the Sons of Men to catch:
And God lets such those horrid lies believe,
Who Gospel-Truths would not in love receive,
That they might perish and be damned thereby,
The just desert of such Iniquity!
(
a
) Even him whose coming is after the working of Satan with all Power, and Signs, and lying
Wonders,
2 Thes. 2. 9. Bellarmine (de not▪ Eccl. l. 4. cap. 14.)
maketh Miracles
one infallible Sign of the True Church;
md certain I am, the false and lying Wonders of the
Roman Church,
clearly showeth the
Pope
to be the
Antichrist,
or
Son of Perdition. I
have not room here to enumer ate many of them, only take one or two, by which you may judge of the rest. One
Becanus's
Head being off, St.
Itas Prayers made it come posting through the Air, stand by the Body, and she joined them fast again, so that in one Hours space the Man became as lively as ever be had been in all his life.
St. Anthony's
Arm, that precious Relick at
Geneva,
was kissed and worshipped with great Devotion, whilst
Popery
kept its ground; but when the
Gospel
came, and the
Relick
was produced, 'twas found the Pisle of a
Stag, Calv. de reliq. propinitium.
Possibly you may have heard of the Wonders that Relick had done; and of
St. Decumanus,
who carried his own Head after it was cut off, to a Spring, and there washed off the Blood from it. A Country Curate, saith Erasmus, getting Crabs, and fastening Candles to their backs, set them a crawling up and down the
Church-Yard
at Night, and in the Morning, after he had taken them in again, persuaded the People that they were poor distressed Souls in
Purgatory,
you must think
such that wanted Masses and Alms▪
saith my
Author;
ye know the Proverb,
No Penny, No Pater Noster:
a fit Miracle to pick the Peoples Pockets.
Lib. 22.
Jo.
Epist. p. 1529. in Epist. Edit. Basil.
A Maid coming into a Garden, and taa Lettuce to eat it, crushed the Devil between her Teeth in the Lettuce; and this poor Devil, saith
Du Moulin,
whom she belike swallowed down together with the Lettuce, being commanded to go out, and checked by
Equitius,
excuseth himself, saying,
Alas! what hurt did I? I was sitting quietly upon the Lettuce, and she came and bit me, the fault was in her for not making the Sign of the Cross when she gathered the Lettuce.
Moreover, these ridiculous Impostors affirm,
that when the Body of Pope
Formosus
was carried into St.
Peters Church,
all the Images of the Saints that stood there, did him Obeysance;
but above all, the Miracle of the ass that left his Provender to worship the Hoest, seems most ridiculous to King James: see his
Apology, &c.
Many of their pretended Miracles were wrought, as Writers intimate, about the
4 and 5 Century,
and were contrived to confirm the Popes Headship and Universal Supremacy, together with their idle storys of
Purgatory, Images, Praying for the Dead, &c.
Those that would see more, let them read
Du Moulin,
also a late Book Intituled,
the Man of Sin.
The Tenth Mark.
HIs out Side's smooth, he's garb'd in Sheeps
array,
But in wardly a rav'nous
Beast of Prey.
He has a
Mouth
(
a
) wherewith he speaks great things,
Blasphemes the
glory
of the
King of Kings.
(
a
) And there was given unto him a Mouth speaking great things, and Blasph
•
nys,
Rev.
13. 5. And he opened his Mouth against God, to blaspheme his Name and Tabernacle, and them that dwell in Heaven, ver. 6. He shall speak great words against the Most High, Dan. 7. 25.
This Mark of the Beast is apparently seen in the Pope, in those Insolent and Blasphemous Titles he assumes to himself; he is called Christ's
Vicar,
or his
Viceroy
and
Lieutenant. Bellarm. de Rom. lib. 2. cap. 31. Foundation, Head, and Husband to the Catholic Church; Hid Holiness,
that can be judged by no Man; though he draw an innumer able number to Hell, who shall say to him, what dost thou? What would you think to hear him called,
The Lion of the Tribe of
Judah,
the Root of
David? so
Begnius
one of his Bishops Courted Pope
Leo
the Tenth, and thereupon bad
the Daughter of Zion not to weep,
saying,
God had raised to her a Savior▪
See
Council Later▪ sub Leon 10. Sess. 6. ap. sur.
He is
frequently called by those of the
Romish
Church,
Our Lord God the POPE. Exter.
Joan.
22. Tit. 14. c. 4.
And as touching his
Blasphemies against those that dwell in Heaven,
to wit,
the Saints of God,
'tis evident that they are continually branded for Heretics Schismatics, and what not.
The Eleventh Mark.
'It is He that aims at th' utter Dissolution
Of precious Saints, by Bloody Persecution,
That does pronounce no Christian fit to live,
Unless they do his Beastly Mark receive.
Forbids all
Traffick,
none must sell or buy,
Except th' adorers of his
Hierarchy.
This Mark the Pope doth in his Forehead bear
Of which full proof, is extant everywhere,
The Numbers he hath (
a
) murdered do surmount
The stricttest of
Arithmeticks
account.
They stained each Nation with a Crimson Flood
And Swelling Current of my
Children's Blood.
(
a
) He shall wear out the Saints of the Most High, Dan. 7. and caused as many as would not worship the Image of the Beast should be killed, Rev. 13. 5.
We find upon Record, That Pope
Innocent
the 3. within the space of a few Months, made more then 200000 of the faithful to be slain, who they called
Albigeans,
he had made all
Europe
to stream with Blood; in St.
Bartholomews
Massacre, in the Year 1572M more than 80000 were slain in cold blood▪ see
Du Moulin p. 246. 247. The Duke
de Alva (s
•
ith he
) played the Butcher in
Flanders,
and under the show of Catholic Zeal, slew Millions of People,
in recompense where of the Popesent hem a Holy Sword and Consecrated Gloves; besides the infinite numbers slew in other places, by Wars, bloody Massacres, and otherwise, of which you will hear more hereafter; so that by this time sure all may conclude
Antichrist
is come, and that this is he in whom all the Marks and Characters do so fully meet, which the Holy Ghost hath given of him.
Zion's Sons.
THese Marks are so notorious that we can
Say of the
Romish Pope,
He is the Man:
For these
Characteristicks
truly are
To him (and only him) peculiar.
This raging
Monster
is that
Beast
of Prey:
Shall we arise to take his Strength away?
That hath so long time tyrannized thus
(With Hellish Fury) over thee and us?
Self-preservation
is, by every
creature
Esteem'd a
Sacred Principle
in
Nature.
Each Free-born mind, must at those Tyrants spurn
That would infect their Souls, their Bodies burn.
Why should this
Beast
still rage and domineer
As he hath done, without control or fear?
Zion.
YOu are to wait for God's great Dispensations,
At whose disposal is the fate of Nations;
His time is best, and in due Season he
Will bring this Beast to his Catastrophe.
He sits in Heaven, and beholds with Scorn,
This Rebels Pride. His glorious Son that's born
Heir of the World, and Prince of Kingdoms too,
Shall surely Reign, because it is his due;
For all to him the Sovereign Rule must yield;
He shall the Crown and Royal Scepter wield:
Nations shall serve him; Kings that have abhorred
His Name, shall pay him Homage, as their Lord.
To
JESUS
all shall bow, he shall be King,
And to poor
Zion
shall Redemption bring.
Till this Beasts month, and latest hour be spent,
No Human Weapon can his Rage prevent.
To suffer Persecution I am appointed,
Till Instruments are chosen and anointed
For my Deliverance; your work's to pray,
And be prepared for that blessed day;
When
Babel
falls, and
Zion
is restored
To height of favor, with her Blessed Lord.
The day approaches, and if you would win
Renown by Fighting, then encounter Sin;
That home-bred Foe, which in your Bosom lurks,
And like the Venome of an
Aspick
works
Through all your Vitals; 'tis the Capital
And grandest foe, that would betray you all;
It corresponds with those that do expose
To torments, all that with the Bridegroom close;
Till this is conquered, I shall not arise,
Nor be delivered from mine enemies.
This Traitor makes my very heart to faint,
And does occasion most of my Complaint;
For by's conspiring with the
Beast
and
Devil,
I am surrounded with the present evil.
Besides these Foes of my forlorn Estate,
There is another strong Confederate,
The Proud, Imperious and Insulting
Whore,
Of whom I made a sad Complaint before;
She with lascivious Looks and Wanton Eyes
Prompts on to
Lust
and all
Debaucheries;
By her
salacious
and
bewitching Charms
She does entice
Great Men
into her Arms,
Corrupting Princes by her
Incantations,
Destroys the brave
Nobility of Nations.
Great God asist me, e're my Spirits fail!
That
I
the
State of Monarchs
may bewail,
Who to her
Yoke
yield their
Illustrious Necks,
And move (like
Vassals
) at her
saucy becks.
Oh! they that should
My Nursing-Fathers be,
Are
Executioners of Cruelty,
By this
Whores influence,
the
Civil Power
Is made a
dreadful Engine
to devour
The
Saints of God,
and kick at the
Creator;
But let them know that Sovereign
Arbitrator
Of all their
Destinies,
is Great and Just,
And can,
at pleasure,
tumble them to
Dust.
What pity isit that Dukes and Noble Peers,
With other
Heroes,
should for many years
Thus truckle to that Proud, Usurping
Whore,
And for her sake enslave themselves? nay more,
Exhaust their
Treasure,
and debase their
Name,
And bring themselves to such
reproach
and
shame,
By thus engaging in her
Hellish Plots,
Which fastens on them
Everlasting Blots.
That shameless
Strumpet,
whose accursed
Wiles
Trappans the
Conscience,
and the
Soul
beguiles,
When she involves them in the deepest
guilt,
She does pretend to wash away the
filth,
By impious Pardons! Yea, to such an height
Does she bewitch Men, that the very sight
Of
Tyburn,
cannot move them to confess,
Their load of guilt and horrid Wickedness;
It is her Art, when they are parting hence,
To steel their Fronts with shameless impudence.
When they are drawn to a deserved Death,
With lies She makes them to resign their breath.
She makes them drunk till they forget their fears,
Her Agents buzzing in their doubting Ears;
Who (like ill Angels) round about them hover,
For fear they should her Rogueries discover.
When some are stretched upon the fatal Block,
And Justice ready to discharge the stroke;
Such is the strength of her Inebriation,
That they (oh horrible!) on their Sa
•
vation.
Protest they are innocent! when all the while
No Treason ever did appear more vile,
Then that for which Impartial Justice hath
Judge'd them (as Traitors, to deserved Death.
Rome
(by their frantic Resolutions) would
Out-face the Sun, and baffle) if She could)
The clearest Proofs, and solid'st Evidence
Produc'd by Heavens unerring Providence.
Ah! Cruel Mistress of deluded Souls!
That's not content to make them arrant Fools
To lose Estates and Lives, but must thereby
Make them stab Conscience, when they come to Dye.
She, to encourage Treasons, does prefer
Those Traitor-Martyrs in her Calender.
SIONS Sons.
This Whore and Beast in Interest are so joined,
That many puzzl'd are, which way to find,
whereiny the differ, pray tell us therefore,
How is the
Beast,
distinguished from the
Whore.
SION.
(
a
) The
Pope
's the
Beast,
usurping over all,
A Power Supreme and Magisttraticall;
This Scarlet Beast does in the strictest sense,
Lay claim to Secular Preeminence.
The
Roman
Empire lost the Ruling Seat,
The Pope usurped it, and from thence grew great,
All Kings that he could by his craft allure,
Receive their Power; and Investiture,
This Whore cannot be the Beast.
(a) 1. Because the Beast is expressed in the
Masculine Gender,
the Man of Sin, the Son of Perdition, and the Beast that was, and is not even HE is the Eight and of the Seven,
i. e.
He came up by means of the Liberty and large Revenues The Seven Heads,
viz.
The Christian Emperors gave to the Ch
•
rch and Church-Men, though a diff
•
rent and distinct sort of Government to all before it, but Mystery
Babylon
is expressed by the
Feminine Gender,
a Woman a Whore, Mother of Bar
•••
; I saw the Woman drunk with the Blood of the Saints,
〈◊〉
And when I saw her I wondered,
&c.
2. The Angel describes them distinct, the one from the other, a Beast and Whore, I John saw them as clearly distinct as a Beast is from her that sits upon him, and I saw a Woman set upon a Scarlet coloured Beast,
Rev.
17. 3.
3. If the Beast and Whore were
〈◊〉
and the same, then the Whore sets up and rides upon herself▪ then which nothing can be more absurd and ridiculous.
4. There is as real a difference between the Man of sin, and the Wh
•
re or false Church, as is between Christ and the true Church: the Beast or Anti-Christ is the Head, the Whore is the Body; and indeed it was by renouncing the Headship and Government of Christ Jesus, and espousing, owning, and swarming to the Headship and Supremacy of the Pope, that first gave the Church of
Rome,
the denomination of a Whore; for a Woman that has Two Heads, Two Husbands can be no other.
5. Moreover tis evident that the Beast shall remain though in Captivity, his Power being taken away after the Whore is destroyed. And burned with Fire,
Rev. 1). 19, 20
•
Dan. 726.
From him: the
Whores,
th' (
b
)
Ecclesiastic
State,
Or
Romish Hierarchy,
that take her Seat
Upon the back of this Ten horned Steed,
(Which gores my side, and makes my Children bleed.)
(
b
) Though 'tis granted the Magistratical Power
•
f Popish Kings in large sense is singified by the Beast who do support the Ecclesiastic State or false Church, yet Originally it more strictly resides in the Pope, for by a
•
olentary submission to him: he is become their Master, as
Du Moulin,
page 161. Observes their Crowns being at the Popes disposal, who takes it, and gives it (saith he) to whom he thinks good, which things have been Noted by
Buicciardine,
that famous Historian, in his History of the rises and advancements of the Pope.
SIONS Sons.
SHall we (endanger'd by her Plots) arise
To curb this Whore, that our great God defies?
Why should her Treasons anymore annoy
Thy precious Saints and Nations thus destroy,
Lets make her Drink in that invenom'd Cup
She fills for us shall she not swill it up;
Will none fall on, provokit by flaming ire,
To Eat her Flesh, and burn her in the fire?
SION.
WHo instrumental in that work shall be;
Read well the Sacred Scriptures, you may see
Rev. Esa. Jerem.
And since the matter you do understand,
It brings me comfort on the other hand:
As 'twas fore-told in Sacred Scripture story
You are inlightnen'd with the Angels glory;
As for my Children who before did live,
Light from this Angel they could not receive.
My Children brought forth in the latter days,
Shall do great matters to
Jehovah
's praise.
I
see some good men do desire to know
The time when they this Whore shall overthrow;
I
cannot blame them for this very thing,
To the whole World it will much glory bring.
Then shall the Gospel through the Earth be spread
And Men instead of Husks shall feed on Bread;
God's Worship shall its freedom then enjoy,
Rome
's Locust then shall you no more annoy.
There shall be then a wonderful increase
Of
Zion
's glory and of
Israel
's peace;
Then shall my Children in sweet consort sing
Anthems
of joy to the Eternal King.
No names then of distinction more shall be,
But speak one Language all they shall agree
In peace and Oneness and blest Harmony.
But to reply to what you have required,
At present you must keep yourselves retired
Make no attempts until the Lord on high,
Does give you strength this
Babel
to defy.
You now do seem to lie as persons dead,
As being unable to erect your head:
But then you shall appear to be alive,
The Spirit of the Lord shall you revive:
God hath (I know) set down the time exact,
When he'l begin this strange and dreadful Act,
To the confusion of your Enemies.
When God shall call his Witnesses to rise;
Then from the Heavens, they shall hear a voice,
Which shall make all their Spirits to rejoice.
Then shall they have so evident a call,
That they straight way shall on this Strumpet fall.
With patience therefore wait upon the Lord,
Until his saving strength he doth afford.
To him you are to make your supplication,
For from him only is my expctation.
O sigh with me, and in your Spirits groan,
And send strong cries up to his gracious Throne:
Give him no rest till, (in those glorious days.)
Of all the Earth, I am made the only praise.
And I will lift up my voice to God on High,
And make my moan to him, and thus will cry.
SIONS Prayer.
O Lord of Hosts, consider my Estate,
Let me remain no longer desolate.
Have I not been most precious in thy sight?
O do not therefore my Petition slight;
O let thy Bowels, to thy Children move,
In tender token of Parental love.
Shall
Zion
totter? And the Beast grow steady
In his proud Seat? Hast thou not tried already?
What some advantage, or what Gospel good,
Is to be hoped for, from the wicked Brood?
Canst thou expect they'll serve thee better Now?
Are they more like to bless the World below;
Then thy Poor
Zion? If their measures be
Repleted brimful of Iniquity,
Then by just forfeiture, their right is gone,
To Earthly Power, and Dominion.
Will these thy saving Gospel Truths preserve?
Or in pure Worship at thine Altars serve?
Will these protect the Innocent and good,
And not provoke thee with their crying blood?
Will they make Judgment in right channels go!
Extirpate Vice? Make Righteousness to flow
Like mighty streams? Are they in Covenant
with Thee? Or wert thou ever pleased to grant
Them any Promises that they should wear
The Sacred badges of thy Name? And bear
The Sovereign Rule? Will Fathers, and young men,
Within thy Church, be prized and honored then?
Shall they not rather, by their Barb'rous hands,
Be Butcher'd, for obeying thy Commands?
Will not thy Children's Souls in danger be
Of swift Damnation, by
Rome
's blasphemy?
If Laud on Earth and Praises will be given,
If Hallalujahs will be sung in Heaven,
To thy great Name, for raising
Babylon,
And bringing
Zion
to Destruction:
If then the Door of Grace, be opened more,
For Men's Salvation, then it was before.
If Sinners access unto the blessed
Jesus,
Be made more free; if cure of Soul Diseases
Be then more eafie, then let
Zion
fall.
And
Rome
Usurp Dominion over all.
But if in sight of thine all-seeing Eye,
Their Monstrous Crimes are of so black a Dye:
If from their very Springing, they have been,
The vilest Wretches, and the worst of men:
If for the future they intend to be
The Perpetrators of all Villany.
If their black sins, of gross Idolatry,
Pride, horrid Murthers, and Adultry,
Mount up to Heavens great Imperial Throne,
If thy oppression makes thy Churches groan;
If they will burn thy Scriptures and suppress
All Books that treat of Gospel Holiness?
If guiltless Souls of every Sex and Age,
Will be made Sacrifices to their Rage;
If they are Foes, without thy Covenants,
If they will trample on thy precious Saints;
If they (because thou didst not hear and save
Thy praying
Zion,
from a sinking Grave)
Deride thy Glory, and blaspheme thy Name,
And put thy Faithful ones to open shame.
Deut. 32. 36.
Then hear O Lord, thou see'st my power is gone,
In thee
I
trust, besides thee there is none,
That can thy
Zion,
from her Foes deliver,
O draw some flaming Arrows from thy Quiver
To quel the pride of this oppressing Crew,
Thy mighty Arm alone can them subdue.
On Thee
I
fix an absolute Reliance,
Do Thou but help, I will bid them all defiance.
Hear and consider, for thy Mercy sake,
On gasping
Zion
some compassion take.
I
have been ransomed with the precious Blood
Of thy dear Son, and filled with Heavenly Food.
O Lord
I
pray, thy Churches sins forgive,
And in sweet concord let thy Children live;
Teach them true saving knowledge from thy word
That they may worship Thee with one accord.
Thou canst the Prostrate raise, and cure his wound
For nothing difficult for Thee is found.
Thou knowest my grief, O Lord incline thy Ear,
Revive my hope, and chace away my fear.
In
Achors
Valley open thou a Door,
And make me sweetly sing as heretofore;
I
pray Thee break the Bonds of my distress,
And lead me from this dolesome Wilderness.
O let me shine like Sols illustrate light,
And be's an Army terrible in fight.
Pull off that Vail that does thy
Zion
cover,
Those clouds, O scatter that
I
may discover
What thou doest mean by this thy dispensation,
And what my work is in this Generation.
Its time for Thee to plead thy Peoples cause,
When wicked men make void thy righteous Laws.
Thou canst destroy them with their brimful Cup,
And lofty Cedars, by the roots pull up;
But Lord remember for to spare thy Vine,
That spreading Plant which thou hast chosen thine,
Make that to flourish and be ever green,
And full of clusters as beforeit has been.
From
Egypt
thou hast brought it heretofore:
From thence
I
pray deliver it once more,
Let thine hand plant it, give it steadfast root,
That all the Land may Feast upon its Fruit;
O let its Cordial Juice the Nation fill,
And let its boughs o'reshadow every Hill;
From Sea to Sea do thou her branches send,
And her, from all her Enemies defend;
Make up her Hedge, her Fence, be thou a Wall,
To keep her from the violence of all
Rapacious Bears, and from the greedy Boar
that would destroy it, and its fruit devour.
Lord from on high thy lovely Vine behold,
thin own Plantation, valued more then Gold;
Canst thou deny thy helping hand the while
Wild Beasts thy Vineyard ravage thus and spoil,
I am
Christ
's Spouse, his undefiled One,
Canst thou permit me to be trod upon;
'It is by thy Grace I am Intitled so,
Great God relieve me, and divert my woe,
I am surrounded on all sides with pain,
O let me see thy lovely smiles again.
Thou hast withdrawn the beamings of thy grace,
And wrapped in clouds the splendor of thy Face;
O this has caused such anxious grief and smart,
As tears my Soul, and rends my very heart
To tears of blood, whilst thou the glorious Sun
Of light art hid: O whether shall I run,
For beams of comfort in this dolesome hour?
Whilst I lie delu 'd in this Brinish shower
More would she speak, but her great passion ties
Her mournful tongue: the Flood-gates of her eyes
In crystal streams do represent an anguish,
That makes her vital operations languish.
Sunk in despairing sounds, she scarce appears
to breath or live, but by her sights and tears,
SIONS Sons.
Mourn, mourn O Heavens; and thou, O Earth bewail
And weep ye Saints until your spirits fail,
For she that is the glory of the Earth,
Of the most Noble and Illustrious Birth,
Lyes sadly weltering in a deep despair,
Her grievous sorrows, can no tongue Declare,
O that our Brethren would, but hasten hither
That in God's fear we may confer together
You must needs grieve, when her complaints you hear
Do not your hearts dissolve into a tear?
Do not your Eyes like to a Fountain stream?
And all your Joys, turn to a mourning Theme?
Does not your nightly rest from you depart?
Are you not pierced to the very heart?
Are you not in the depth of bitterness,
Because of
Zion
and her sore distress?
How can your hearts delight in thins below?
How can you sleep in peace as others do?
How can we comfort have, or Pleasure find?
Or how can we the Worlds concernments mind?
How can we eat or drink with hearts content,
And not with grief poor
Zion's
state lament?
How can we bear our Mothers doleful cries,
She sighs, she sobs, she languishes, she dies,
In dreadful Agonies, in bitter pain,
How can we brook her Enemies disdain?
She is reproached by every Drunken Sot,
And thrown away like to a broken Pot.
She is depis'd and trod upon like Dung,
The Drunkard on her makes his daily Song:
But
Christ
will turn and will expostulate
The Case with
Zion,
touching her Estate.
Why art thou sometimes up, then down again?
Sometimes at ease, sometimes in bitter pain?
They'r doubtless throw's cheer up and do not fear
For thy deliverance is very near.
Those lab'ring pangs shall speedily be over,
Fear not, thou shalt not die, one, or two more
Shall bring that Child into the World, which thou
Hast trave'ld with in bitter pangs till now.
Address they self to God, for surely he
From these thy Tortures will deliver thee,
'It is he a lone that brings unto the Birth,
And do's give strength and vigor to bring forth;
Then stay thyself upon this blessed Lord,
His gracious help he will to the afford,
Upon his Promises do thou depend,
And thou shalt see deliv'rance in the end.
These words of comfort like a Cordial wrought
And to her senses, mourning
Zion
brought,
With languish'd looks, she casts a weeping Eye
Upon her Children, and Reaues her cry.
SION.
I Am afraid my God hath me forsook,
My sighs he minds not, scarce bestows a look.
His former pity, he hath quite forgot,
His Anger's kindled & his wrath is hot;
When that burns sore, how can I choose but mourn?
How am I spoiled, how am I rent and torn?
•
m like a Ship with raging Tempest tost
Midst Rocks and Sands, just ready to be lost:
Where every Bellow does present a grave,
And Death in Triumph rides on every wave.
Ah! But I am, engraven on his hand,
And in his sight for evermore shall I stand.
Awake, O Arm of God, and do not stay,
My sorrows are so great, O say not nay,
Hear me, dear
Jesus,
unto thee I cry,
Unless thou save me, I must surely die,
CHRIST.
IN glorious Regions of approachless light
Where Joys unmixed with perfect love unite;
There do I sit, there do I see and hear
What Kings and Potentates consulting are,
•
esounding in mine Ears continually,
•
hear a bitter, and complaining cry.
I feel my Bowels with compassion move,
And therefore 'tis the voice of one I love,
She whom I purchased with my dearest blood▪
Seems drenched in tears and drowned in flood▪
Some grievous sorrow, or great tribulation,
Extorts from her this doleful lamentation,
Enough to pierce my tender heart again.
And make the Temple rend once more in twain▪
Alas poor
Zion!
thy sad voice I hear,
I will come and help thee, for I know thy fear,
And what occasions these thy lanquid Moans,
I know thy sorrow, and I hear thy Groans.
'It is I can still the blust'ring Winds and Seas,
And in thy greatest Anguish give thee ease.
'It is I can wound, and cure; I build, I break,
I kill, I make alive: I give and take.
And can (if I think fit) make Nations shake,
And Kingdoms totter, reeling to and fro:
I for thy sake, strange things will quickly do.
In thy affliction, great distress and pain,
Of which thou dost, so grievously complain,
I am afflicted: What they do to thee.
Of hurt or wrong, I take as done to me;
I tender thee as th' Apple of mine Eye,
Fear not therefore, thy proudest Enemy.
Although with Foes thou art environ'd now,
All power and wisdom is mine; and
I
know how
To strengthen thee, and make them all to bow▪
I
will arise and show my Sovereignty;
I will make them to the Rocks and Mountains fly;
Though with the Powers of Hell they have combined
I
will pursue them, & they shall not fiud
A hiding place my vengeance to avoid,
Till by my fury they be all destroyed
I
will bring down each high and lofty head,
Their mighty ones like Mortar
I
will tread.
Thy cause I will plead, though silent
I
have stood,
I will be revenged for all the Righteous blood,
That has run down like to a Mighty flood.
And therefore now; I will make no long delay,
What's due to Justice, they shall surely pay;
Besides the bloody wrongs thou dost repeat
The crying Martyrs loudly do entreat
Me to avenge their blood, therefore
I
will
Come down in fury, and those Monsters kill;
Then, thou before me very strong shalt wax,
For I will make thee my dreadful Battle-Ax.
Thy Horn shall Iron be, & thy Hoof Brass,
With which thou shalt tread down the Serpents race.
Thy Sons that scattered over the Earth throughout,
I
will soon gather with a mighty shout.
The Mighty they shall overcome with Slings,
And bind in Fetters perfecuting Kings.
Ill lay thy Stones, with Colours fair and sure,
Thy strong Foundation shall be Saphyrs pure:
Although
I
seemed to have forsaken thee,
Yet, from all bondage
I
will set thee free,
Though
I
have thee afflicted heretofore,
I will turn my hand upon the bloody Whore;
Because thou dost my holy Name profess,
Ill break in piece them that thee oppress:
Arm'd with Commission from the great
Jehove,
I will come down and all thy Griefs remove.
All Weapons formed against my
Zion,
shall
Unprosp'rous prove, for I will break them all.
I will teach thy Children, give thee lasting Peace,
Converted Gentiles shall the Church increase.
Though wicked Men with words do thee deride,
Thy Borders I will enlarge on every side.
Each hungry Soul with plenty I will feed,
The Earth I will divide among thy Seed.
I have promised that they shall the world possess,
And will perform it now in Righteousness.
I
will descend unto my Holy Hill,
The Earth with knowledge
I
will quickly fill.
I
will supperss all Luxury and Riot,
The
Heathen
in my presence shall be quiet.
Above all Kings
I
shall exalted be,
And Rule the Earth with Sovereign Majesty.
When all the Kingdoms in the World are mine,
Then thou in Beauty like a Queen shalt shine;
And with thy Children in sweet Consort sing,
Triumphant Hallelujahs to your King.
SION.
O Matchless Grace, and Love beyond degree!
Now
I
am certain there is none like Thee,
In Heaven or Earth, were there ten thousand more
For thou hast found a Salve for every Sore.
Transported by thy love, with joy I cry,
My Ravisht Spirit must exalt the high.
And mighty Lord, by whose unbounded grace,
My hearts enlarged to run the blessed
Race;
Thou shalt conduct me to thy
living Springs:
From thence I will mouant up, as with
Eagles Wings,
Unto the Heavenly Mount of
Faith's
desire,
Where I thy
Grace
and
Glory
will admire;
Then I will descend from those
Abodes
above,
To be embraced in the
Arms of Love.
I will hold thee fast, and never let th
••
go,
For by
thy loss,
O what a Depth of Woe
Did I sustain! In what a
dreadful Case
Was I, when thou didst hide thy
glorious face!
Thee having, though naught elsn what have I not?
Without thee, though all else what have I got?
Lord having all things, and not thee, what have I?
Let me enjoy but thee, what further crave I?
Without thee nothing is of worth to me;
All things are vile—when once compared to thee.
To be thy Portion, Lord, thou didst me choose,
And thou my Portion art: I will
••
're refuse
So rich a Grace: thou art my Heritage,
Thou art a God of Love from Age to Age,
And therefore evermore I will dwell with thee,
For thou alone, my Hiding-place shalt be.
In time of trouble and of fury great,
I will unto thy Holy Name retreat;
Which is a sure defense to all that fly
With care and speed from their iniquity.
When I was down, thou lift'st me up on high,
And I thy Name will therefore magnify.
O Lord, with Patience I will undergo
Their indignation, for I well do know
I have provokit thy great and glorious Name,
Which is the cause that I do suffer shame:
Although at present I am low and mean,
Poor and despised, and so long time have been;
Thou canst all Sorrows to thy
Zion
bless,
I therefore, in thy Pleasure acquiesce;
I will wait upon thee, till thou dost arise
To break in pieces all mine Enemies:
My precious Cause then I do leave with thee,
Which thou, O Lord, wilt surely plead for me;
Thy Voice is to my
ravished Soul
so sweet,
That I am revived, and
set upon my feet:
I will speak thy
Praise in Songs,
because I see
That
Glory
near, which thou hast promised me.
And now thou
bloody Whore,
that art my Foe,
My
time's at hand,
which thou shalt quickly know.
My God has not forsaken me, for now
He will
advance me,
and make
thee to bow:
Then shalt thou hide (for shame) thy
filthy head,
Whilst
I, in Triumph, shall upon thee tread;
Because so long, thou hast upon me trod,
And in
Contempt
hast said,
Where is thy God?
He will therefore in Right
retaliate,
And bring just
Vengeance
on thy cursed
Pate.
Babylon.
POOR
Zion!
thou art much mistaken;
I am mounted high, thou art forsaken:
Sure thou art
Frantick,
when thou dost
Make such a vain and groundless boast:
The final Conquest must be mine,
And swift Destruction must be thine;
For all my Wounds I have got a Cure,
From all your
Darts
I am secure.
I am arrived at height of
Bliss,
My
Glory
in its
Zenith
is.
I am a Queen,
and shall remain
Supreme on Earth,
I only reign
In glitt'ring
Grandeur
over all.
Great
Monarchs
Me their
Mistress
call:
How can I fall, when such a Prop
Supports, as my
Lord God the POPE?
All Men on Earth, His
Vassals
are,
Who sits in
Peter
's Holy Chair;
The
Empire of the World
he hath,
He keeps the Keys of
Hell and Death▪
Dost think he fears the
little tricks
Of thy small brood of
Heretics?
He can make use (when he doth
please
)
Of
Peter
's
Sword,
as well as
Keys.
His
Canons
roar, as loud as
Guns,
To crush thy feeble,
Pigmy-Sons.
Let but his
Bulls
give an
Alarm,
He'll make all
Christendom
to Arm
Themselves in my
defense,
and work
Thine
Overthrow;
didst thou not lurk
Some
Hundred Years,
that none could see,
Or know, what was become of thee?
He that could
rend
thy force asunder,
Has still the
Strength
to keep thee under:
He will thee in Subjection keep,
So that thou shalt not dare to peep.
Am I not armed with the
Power
Of all the
Earth?
I can devour
Your
Int'rest at a
single Mess,
I have
fit Cooks such
Meals to
dress;
Th'
Imperial
and the
Regal
Sword
Are brandish'd when I give the word:
Great
Princes, Dukes
and
Nobles
will
With
all their force
My
Mind
fulfil;
My
Gentry
who brave
Heroes
are,
Resolved be, no
Pains
to spare;
Their
Very Lives
they'll freely
spend
To bring my
Purpose
to an end;
My
Brisk Mounsieurs,
My
Spanish Dons,
Will
over-match
thy silly
Sons:
My
Rogues in Grain,
I ready have,
Obedient like a
Turkey-slave:
If bid to thrust their
bloody Knives
In throats of
Fathers, Children, Wives,
In
any's
out their
own
they'll doit,
And lay them sprawling at my
Foot.
I have
Teagues
and
Torys
at my Beck,
Will wring their
Heads
as
Chickens
Neck;
Try'd Villains! that will never start
From
Mothers Womb
to tear the heart
Of
Unborn-Infants;
they'll deflour,
Then rip her up in half an hour:
Faint Rogues
will melt with qualms of fears
At Fathers Groans, or Mothers Tears;
But mine are void of
any Sense,
Not plagu'd with
bawling Conscience.
To some I give no constant pay,
Yet they can hunt and
live by Prey.
Your Infants that (
like Carps
) are stew'd
In their own blood, their
Chops
have chew'd.
The Fathers
Cawls
shall make a light
For those
Sweet Banquets of the Night.
What e're my
greedy Stomack
craves,
But Nod, 'tis done, by
ready Slaves:
They know no
scruples
nor
dispute,
But act just like a
Turkish
Mute.
Besides all these, I could describe
Vast
Musters
of my
Sacred
Tribe:
My
Clergy
makes a num'rous Host,
That wait in swarms in
every Coast.
Yea, even in all
Rebellious Regions,
I have
in secret
Armed Legions:
A
Great Grandee
my
Ensign
carrys,
The
Jesuits
are my
Janisaries.
Thou see'st what
Troops
do guard my
Chair,
What canst thou do then but
Despair?
Thou seest me lodged in
safe abode,
Whilst thou art forsaken
by the God.
He's doubtless pleased with my
behavior,
For I alone have got his Favor.
Th'
Apocalyptic Prophecy
You
falsely
do to me apply;
For
I from Sin
am washed clean;
Thou art the Whore,
he there does mean;
I am the Church,
and therefore I,
Thy
Threats,
Thy
GOD,
and
Thee, Defie.
Zion.
LEave off, leave off, thou
Bloody minded Whore
Imagine not that thou shalt
Evermore
Thus
Domineer
in
Pomp and swacy Pride,
For God e're long, thy
Rulers will divide.
Those
Mighty Ones,
in whom is
all thy Trust,
Long shall not hold, but into
pieces
must
Be surely broken: thou shalt
quickly
see
The
swift beginning
of thy
Misery.
Those that did love thee
most,
will hate thee so,
That they will seek thy utter
Overthrow;
As was their
love,
their
hatred
then will be,
And
to destory thee
they will
all agree.
Thou hast
inslav'd them
to thy
brutish Lust,
Whilst they (like
simple Fools
) in no wise durst
Offend or cross thy
base
and
bloody mind;
That they have been
bewitched,
they then will find,
By thine
alluring Voice,
and
lustful Eye,
To join with thee in
black iniquity.
Thy
Flatterys
shall
then no more deceive;
Nor
thy base Whoredoms
Thousands more bereave
Of
inward peace,
and
outward riches,
so
As they have been, to their
eternal Woe:
Then shall they see thy
Villanous Intent,
In
setting them
against the
Innocent.
To
Glut
thy Base Adulterous
Desire,
Their
sinful hearts
were in a
flaming Fire,
And through the
Instigation
of the
Devil,
Became partakers of this
Monstrous Evil.
But, what approaches? Hark! methinks I hear
Some
Dreadful Noise!
see how the
Mountains
tear
And
Mighty Hills
do into
pieces
fly;
Whilst
Lightning
flashes through the
Angry Sky;
The
Stars
and
Planets
in Confusion hurled,
Have banished
Natures
Order from the World.
See how the Melting
Orbs
of Heaven sweat,
Like Parchment Parcht, and shrivel'd up with heat,
Loud
Thunder-Cracks
through the
Enraged Air,
With frightful Aspects
Meteors
do appear,
To usher in the Day of Heavens
dread Ire
On those, who do
against the Saints conspire.
God's (long incensed) Majesty is come
To judge the Whore, and pass her final Doom.
Of
Treason
she is under an
Attainder,
For which
Impartial Justice
will
arraign
her.
She's seized upon and
in the Jailors hands,
Who only waits for
Justices Commands.
Jehovah
bids, that
Babylon
the great
Be forthwith brought before his
Judgment-Sea
•
Justice.
MOst Sovereign Lord, who is it dares gainsay
•
What thou command'st? I must and will
obey
Lo, here I bring the
Scarlet Strumpt
forth
Before thee who createdst Heaven and Earth:
Thy
Judgment-Seat
she seems to slight and scorn,
Says she's as
guiltless as the Child unborn.
Jehovah.
HEr Crimes lay open, and her facts declare,
Turn up her Skirts and let her faults appear:
Let th'Universe by her
Indictment
see
The cause of my most just Severity.
Justice.
DRead Sovereign of the World!
I will proceed,
And will her
black Indictment
loudly read.
Come forth,
Great Whore!
and hear your dismal
charge,
Which shall by
proofs
be evidenced at large.
By th' Name of
BABYLON,
thou art hither cited,
And by the Name of
Whore,
thou stand'st Indicted.
Thou void of
Grace,
and God's most
Holy Fear,
To
Satan's Machinations
didst adhere;
With him, to plot against thy Sovereign Prince,
To whom thou ought'st to yield Preeminence.
In
Ancient times
he was thine only
Spouse,
(Our Holy Law no
Bigamy
allows)
Yet thou hast him perfidiously forsook,
And to thyself another Husband took;
And with a graceless
Impudence
art led
By they lewd Train, to an
Adult'rous Bed.
Thou hast dethron'd him, and thy
brazen face
Sets up a
Monstrous Traitor
in his place,
To whom thou hast Blasphemous Titles given,
Exalting him above the
God of Heaven.
Thou hast not only played th'
Adulteress,
But plain
Idolatry
thou dost profess;
Of
Treason, Murder, Theft,
(abhorred things!)
Of Burning Citys, poisoning of Kings,
Of Undermining States, and furthermore,
Of spoiling Trade, and making Kingdoms poor,
Of horrid Plots, of causeless bloody Wars,
And of contriving cruel
Massacres,
Thou guilty art; thy bloody Rage has hurled
Millions of Innocents
Out of the World:
Prodigious Numbers have in divers Lands
Been
Sacrific'd
by thy blood-thirsty hands.
Insatiate
Butcheries
that know no end!
Thou stabd'st men, when thou
Pity
didst pretend.
In times of
Peace
thy horrid rage has shed
Blood without Measure, thou hast murdered
(
Perfidious Wretch!
) thy nearest Neigbours when
They thought themselves
the most secure of m
•
n,
Thou hast made
Currents of their guiltless
〈◊〉
To run like
Waters
of a mighty Flood;
So void of Pity, your
inhumane rage
Destroy'd the
Saints,
and spared no
Sex
nor
Age.
Speak
Bloody Whore, hold up thy Graceless Head,
Guilty, or Not? By Law thou art to plead.
Babylon.
LOok down, Blest Virgin! and bid
Justice
stay
•
Speak to thy
Son
to drive my
Foes
away:
You Glorious Saints, who near St.
Mary
stand,
In my distress, lend me your helping hand.
All
Angels,
and
Arch-Angels
I invoke,
To strengthen me, and to divert the Stroke:
These
Heretics
will work wy Overthrow,
I am amazed, I know not what to do!
Belzebub.
WHat needs my
Darling
thus to stand and pause, Laws,
Thou knowest the Custom of our
Romish
Though
black as Hell,
yet be not so forlorn;
Swear, that thou art
guiltless, as the Child unborn.
What Violence to
Hereticksy
ou do,
Is lawful, honest, and your Duty too.
Justice.
PLead
Vile Delinquent!
or thou shalt receive
The
Fatal Sentence
which I am to give.
Babylon.
I
Do affirm the
Charge is false,
and I
All Points of this
Indictment
do deny.
Produce your Proofs, I will stand in just Defense
Of my apparent, spotless
Innocence.
Justice.
THat like a
Harlot,
of thine own accord,
Thou hast forsaken thine Espoused Lord,
Will be made evident (to thy disgrace)
By clear
probation
in its proper place.
You say, that you your God can daily make,
Which is an Idol of a
Wafer-Cake.
If thou dost
Shrines
and
Images
adore,
And proved to be th'
Apocalyptic Whore;
If thou upon the
Scarlet Beast
doth sit,
And Lewdness with so many Kings commit;
It clearly follows from these
Marks,
that thou
Art a mere
Strumpet,
and hast broke thy
Vow.
If thou art by the
Papal Edicts
led,
Dis-owning Christ, and making
that
thy Head:
The consequence is clear, for thou must be
Guilty of
Whoredom
and
Idolatry.
And to examine thy Notorious Deeds,
This great
Tribunal
out of hand proceeds:
Call in the
Witnesses—
-
Waldenses.
-
Albigenses.
-
Protestants of
Piedmont.
-
Savoy,
&c.
—DRead Lord! we are here,
And with our just
Complaints
do now appear.
That Bloody
Whore,
the
Pris'ner
at the
Bar,
Has followed us with a perpetual War,
Because we would not to her
Idols
bow,
Nor her cursed
Edicts
and
base pranks
allow.
About the dismal Year of
Fifty Five,
A
dreadful Massacre
she did contrive
Within the Territories of
Savoy,
Where thirty Thousand Souls she did destroy
In three days time, Curs'd
Edicts
bid them turn
To
Popery,
or they must hang or burn.
Which when those
Innocents
refused to do,
Most horrid
Execution
did ensue;
Our Brethren's Brains out of their Heads were beaten
And by her Imps were fry'd and after eaten:
Our Children rent to pieces, thrown to Dogs,
And our dear Pastors flung (as Meat) to Hogs;
Others on Pikes into the Air were tost,
And many others they alive did roast;
Some tied with Ropes they pierced unto the (hearts,
And hung up others by their
Secret Parts.
Houses and Barn-fulls they have burnt, so that
Our
Suff'rings
are beyond an
Estimate.
-
Bohemia.
-
Germany.
-
Poland.
-
Lithuania,
&c.
TO satisfy this cruel
Strumpets
Lust,
Some Thousands have been turned unto dust:
Our Towns and Famous Cities of Renown
She hath dis-peopled, burnt or broken down:
The Ruins still appear and desolations
In many places of our
Spoiled Nations.
Great Multitudes un-numbered were our Slain
Which in the Field unburied did remain:
Our Brethren they have hung upon a Beam
And then consumed them in a lingering flame.
Some she has into boiling Cauldrons put,
And many others into pieces cut,
Without respect unto the
Hoary
Head,
Into their
Throats
they pour'd down melted
Lead;
And many other deaths she did contrive:
Some burned were, and others flayed alive.
Into deep
Mines,
three thousand Souls and more,
At several times were tumbled by this
Whore;
Because they would not their
Religion
leave,
And unto
Romish Superstitions
cleave,
That worthy Man
John Huss,
was burned to
death,
For owning of the
Apostolic Faith;
Jerome
of
Prague,
to fill her
Measure
up,
She made, soon after, drink of the same
Cup.
'Twere endless to enumerate our grief:
From thee,
Just Judge,
we do expect Relief.
France.
AH! How shall I my inward grief disclose!
What
Tongue
is able to recount my Woes?
Prodigious Numbers of my
Natives
have,
By this
Whores
means, found an untimely
Grave.
The barb'rous
Harlot
would not be content,
To kill or drive them into
Banishment;
But with unheard of
Crueltys
she
must
Their Bodys
mangle,
to asswage her Lust;
Some hanged in
Water,
yield their strangled
breath;
Some brained on
A
•
vils,
some were
starved to death;
Some hall'd with
Pullies,
till the
Top
they meet
With heavy Weights and Loads upon their feet.
Rapit Maidens stabbed, poor Infants yet unborn,
From Mothers Wombs by
bloody hands
were torn
How many thousand
guiltless Christians
were
Butcher'd in the
Parisian
Massacre?
Some broke on
Crosses,
some were cut in twain,
Whilst others languish in a lingering pain.
Our Worthy Kings have lost their
Noble Lives
By
Jesuits Poysons,
and by
Monkish Knives.
I can produce an uncontroull'd
Record
Of many Thousands Murder'd by the
Sword.
It would require whole
Volumes
to transcribe
The
bloody acts
of this
Infernal Tribe.
Deep dolour hinders what I would say more!
O
Glorious Judge!
avenge me on this
Whore.
-
Italy.
-
Spain.
-
Portugal.
-
Low Countrys,
&c.
REnowned Judge! those
Witnesses
that have
Their
Grief
presented & do
Judgment
crave,
Save us much labor, for we heretofore
Have felt the same, from this blond-thirsty Whore.
Besides, being next her
Seat,
and near her
Power,
Her
greedy Jaws
Our
Brethren
did devour
With cruel Spite, and
without intermission,
We have been tortured in her
Inquisition.
No
Tongue
can speak the
unexampled terror
Of that cursed Pattern of
Infernal horror.
They count it mild, when they our
Persons
burn,
And
Wives
and
Children
into
Ashes;
turn;
They say they are
courteous
when our
Throats
they cut
Or when in
Dungeons
(vile as
Hell
) we are put.
They say they favor us, when they employ
Their Daggers, Pistols, Axes to destroy.
In lingering flames they did our Brethren roast,
On Halberts tops we saw our Infants tost:
All this we've suffered, and a Thousand more,
And that by means of this Infernal Whore.
Ireland.
COuld deepest grief receive Additions, I
Would give Examples of her Cruelty.
I can her in more monstrous colors draw,
Than Bloody
Nero,
or
Caligula.
Those horrid Tortures which may Brethren say
She exercised on them, the same I may
Affirm t' have suffered, by the instigation
Of this vile Strumpet, whose Abomination.
Stinks in the Nostrils of each civil Nation.
Her cursed Priests, when first they did begin
Our Massacre, proclaimed it was a sin
Unpardonable, if they durst to give
Quarter, or our Necessities relieve;
Some they stripped Naked, then they bid them go
Through Bogs & Mountains, in the Frost & Snow
Men, Women, Children, then were butchered,
And all that spoke our Language punished;
The very Cattle, if of
English
breed,
They slasht and mangled, that they could not feed.
With joy, that
Romish
and rebellious Brood
Have washed their hands in Marty'd
English
blood▪
Thousands of naked Protestants that fled
From these
Barbarians
have been famished.
Their faithless Gentry, that pretended love,
Perswaded th'
English
that they would remove
Their Goods to them; Yet (once possession got)
They (like perfidious wretches) cut their Throat.
Numbers of naked Women they did drive
Into a Barn, and burnt them all alive.
Each Sex and Age, that could not from them fly,
Did by these Blood-hounds, without mercy die.
Once at the fatal Bridge of
Portladown,
A thousand Souls these Miscreants did drown;
A couple (with five Children) first they hung,
And in a Hole th' expiring bodies flung;
The youngest on the Mothers breast did stick,
Cries,
Mammy, Mammy,
yet is buried quick.
Some hackt to pieces, travailing Women stripped,
And half
•
born Infants from their bellies rip'd!
Which (with their Mothers) h
•
ngry Dogs did eat,
And Swine fed on them, as on common meat.
When some poor Souls in burning Houses Cry,
The Villains said,
How sweetly do they Fr
•
!
When holy Scripture in the flames did cast,
They cry,
'It is Hell-fire,
and a lovely blast;
That blessed Book, when some have trampled on,
They cry,
Plague on it, that has the mischief done.
They made poor Wives, their Husbands blood to spill,
And trembling Youths, their aged Parents kill.
They forced the Son to stab his Dearest Mother,
And then one Brother to destroy the other.
Some they put fast in Stocks, then teach a Brat
To rip them, and make Candles of their Fat.
How many Virgins did they Ravish first?
Then with their Hearts-blood quench their eager thirst!
Some they did bury just unto the Head,
And left them on surrounding Grass to feed.
Struck fast on Tenter-hooks, grave Matrons were,
And Virgins hanged up in their Mothers Hair.
Some, with their small Guts, were forced to run
About a Tree, until their Life was gone.
The Mouths of godly Ministers they cut
Unto their Ears; betwixt their Jaws they put
A monstrous Gag, then with a Romish Scoff
They bid them
preach, their Mouths were large enough.
In these furies bragged, that (to their joy)
They did Two hundred thousand Souls destroy.
We therefore pray, as others did before,
For a just Sentence on this bloody Whore.
Scotland.
O Monstrous horror! Oh abhorred sink
Of Villany! O bloody Throats that drink
The Bloods of Innocents! which oft they qua
•
t
As freely as a common Mornings Draught!
Thousands of mine were butcher'd by this Whor
•
In that poor Nation, that has spoke before
The sufferings of my guiltless Natives, were
Equal with theirs in every little there.
Yet this blood thirsty Curtezan of
Rome,
Was not content, but tortured me at home.
Some burnt, some hanged, some scourged, some banished,
Some drowned, and some in Dungeons murdered.
A sinking Grief forbids me to enlarge,
Or else with ease I'd aggravate her charge.
Since Gospel Light did in my Borders shine,
She thirsted to destroy both me and mine.
Her Imps all parts, like filthy Locusts fill,
And such as they cannot delude, they kill.
Her Wolves put on the Habit of my Sheep,
And in their Folds destroy them as they sleep.
They have an art to work upon the weak,
That they God's Order should in pieces break;
Under pretences of refrom'd Devotion,
They instigate the Rabble to Commotion;
That in those troubled Waters they may fish,
And bring about their long expected with.
Their cursed Politicks have been employed,
To r
•
in those that they have so decayed.
A thousand Forgeries they do invent,
To charge their Plots upon the innocent:
That (Whilst they act the Rogues in Masquerade)
Poor guiltl
•
ss Saints the Victims may be made▪
Thus have I opened something of my Grief,
And from the Judge expect a quick relief.
England.
HAd I has many Tongues at my commands,
As
Argus
Eyes,
Briareus
Hands;
I scarce could in a Century express
One half of my unspeakable distress!
In every Age I had some Sons of Light,
That would discover
Rome's Egyptian
Night;
Yet they no sooner on the Stage appear,
But that her Setting Dogs, like Blood-hounds, we
•
Upon the scent, and never left pursuit,
Until to death they did them persecute.
My Royal Edicts this bold Whore has broke,
And on my Neck clapt her Tyranick Yoke.
Vast Treasures from my Natives were extorted,
And to enrich her Exchequer transported.
Prodigious Sums she yearly squeezed hence,
For Pardons, Obits, Annals, Peter-pence.
And though each Land where she her Triumphs l
••
Whose swarms of Locusts Priests and Friers w
••
These (as the
Janizaries
to the
Turk
)
Were faithful slaves still to promote her work.
Whilst to maintain these Drones, she swept awa
•
The Fat and Wealth of Nations for their prey.
Such as would not be by her Witch-craft led
Were tortured, murher'd, burnt or massacred.
The Papal Beast could in a Frollick tell,
I was his Fountain inexhaustible.
She planted Priests, and Ganimedes she rooted,
Within my Bowels, which the Land polluted;
With such a pest of vile Debaucheries,
As Pagans, Turks, and Infidels outvies.
She crushes any that her Acts opposes;
My Kings she Poisons, Murders or Deposes.
Some she deludes her Sov'raignty to own,
And does instruct them to betray the Crown.
Her lurking Imps do menace me with storms,
Like
Egypt's
Frogs in pestilential swarms.
She is so greedy nothing will suffice,
Unless I am more a general Sacrifice.
•
It is known to all the Earth, how many ways
She martyred Protestants in
Marian
days.
Then was I made a dismal Field of Blood,
Which ran like currents of a swelling flood.
She stirs the
Spaniard
in a great bravado,
For to invade me with his proud
Armado.
The hellish
Powder Treason
she prepares,
At once to blow up Commons, Kings and Peers.
Her hellish Brands (without a spark of pity)
Consum'd to Ashes my Imperial City.
Nought but my Ruin her can satiate,
My Justices she does assassinate.
•
or many years she has been carrying on
A damned Intreague for my Destruction.
And all the ways that Satan prompts her to
Contrive my fall, she's ready still to do.
Her spite and malice nothing will abate,
•
ts still more deadly and inveterate.
Dread Providence shall ever have my thanks,
That has discovered her infernal pranks;
Yet I am still in danger, and therefore
D
•
beg just sentence on this bloody Whore.
The Evidence summed up.
O Gulf of horror! O profound Abyss!
Was ever mischief half so black as this!
Thou monstrous Whore, what Language can express
The boundless measure of thy wickedness.
Throughout the Earth thou hast such mischief wrought
As is amazing to a human thought.
It would compel a heart of stone to melt,
When it revolves what Frotestants have felt.
Thy bloody fury and infernal rage,
Has persecuted them in every age.
Thou madest the Magistrates their Enemies,
And all the tortures which thou couldest devise, Toes
Thou didst inflict, as testimony shows,
Some thou didst hang by the Head, some by th
•
Some millions thou didst burn and broil on Coles
And others starve to death in stinking holes.
Some thou didst cut to pieces very small,
And Infants Brains didst dash against the Wall.
Upon their Bodies thou didst tread like dung,
Thou hadst no mercy upon old or young.
By thy cursed crew were Women ravished,
Who then (like Butchers) knocked them on the he
•
Some had their Eyes and Tongues by thee pulled out,
Some were made harborless, and forced about
To wander, till in Woods and dismal Caves
They found their woeful and untimely Graves.
What rocky heart but justly may admire
Thy rage, that made poor Children to set fire
To fatal piles in which their Parents dear
In cruel flames consumed to ashes were.
Thy wicked Agents have some Millions slain,
Who did endure the most inhumane pain.
Thy Bishops, Monks, and Friars could devise,
Whose blood to me for speedy Vengeance Cries.
The ways thou tookst to run a Soul from error
Was unexampled flesh-amazing terror
Of horrid Racks whereon a man must lie,
Tortour'd to death, and dying cannot die.
Accursed Wretch, didst thou not give Commission
For to erect thy bloody Inquisition;
That loathsome Dungeon and most ghastly Cell,
A place of horror representing Hell,
Where nothing is so plentiful as tears,
Where Martyred Protestants can find no ears
To hear their Cries and lamentable moans,
Nor Hearts to pity their extorted groans;
Where Saints in torments all their days must spend,
Not knowing when their suff'rings will have end.
Thousands by thee were in
Bohemia
slain,
Whose Carkasses unburied did remain.
Thou madest thy Vassals fall upon that Nation,
On no less penalty than their Damnation.
Didst thou not promise upon that condition
To give them full and absolute remission,
The vilest wretch that on the Earth has stood;
You fully pardoned, if he'd shed the blood
Of one
Bohemian;
O stupendous rage!
Not to be paralled'd in any
Age,
But by thyself, 'twas judged
De Alva
's Crime
That he destroyed no more in six years time
Than eighteen thousand souls; were they so few
In the accont of this blood-thirsty Crew!
But if the Wretch (
De Alva
's) bloody Bill
Come short in numbers, yet his hand did fill
It up with torments; dreadful to rehearse,
The very mention cannot choose but pierce
A Marble heart, make Infidels relent,
Torments that none but Devils could invent.
But if all this was over-little still,
His Predecessors did enlarge the Bill:
For from the time thy hellish Inquisition
Did from the Devil first receive Commission,
By cruel torments (which they still retain)
There were a hundred fifty thousand slain,
From that black season when the hellish rage
Of Jesuits acted on th'
European
Stage
In
England, France,
in
Italy,
and
Spain,
By thy accursed bloody hands were slain
Nine hundred thousand souls, or thereabout,
(E're many years had run their circuits out)
Of poor
Americans
by cruel
Spain
In fifty years were many Millions slain.
The poor
Waldenses
whose enlighted eye
Thy filthy Whoredoms quickly did espy.
Thou hast with raging Persecutions rent
And murdered Parents with their innocent
And harmless Babes; thy more than barb'rous crew
Their cursed hands did in their blood imbrue;
At once were eighty Infants famished,
And many thousands basely Murthered.
When some have fled unto obscurest Caves,
Thy Villains made their hiding place their Graves.
What part of
Europe
now can make their boast,
And say they have not tasted (to their cost)
Of thy Malignity? What shall I say
Of
Germany,
whose Martyred Spirits pray
For spe
•
dy Vengeance on thy cursed head?
That Sea of blood thou hast in
Ireland
shed,
Cries night and day for Justice; now I fix
My serious thoughts upon black sixty six,
Thou bloody Strumpet, how canst thou repair
The loss of
England's
great Imperial Chair;
How many rich men were to beggars turned,
When that brave Isles, Metropolis was burned
By thy accursed Imps, Fire
•
brands of Hell,
Incarnate Devils without parallel.
Brave Merchants of their great Estates bereft,
To day Rich men, tomorrow nothing left;
Their Wives and Children harborless became,
Their substance all consumed in the flame.
But to conclude, I have not yet
•
orgot
Thy Powder-Treason, nor thy modern Plot,
Nor all thy dismal Villanies that were
Done in the
Merindolian Massacre.
Should I but recapitulate thy charge,
And speak of all thy Rogueries at large
'I would fill vast Volums; Often did I see
The Lord of Life was Crucify'd by thee
When this dear Members blood by thee was shed,
Millions unnumbred basely Murthered.
Yet still thou hast the impudence to say
That thou art innocent unto this day-
Thou shameless Curtezan, didst thou not run
With filthy Panders, and renounced the Son
Of Glory, this did thine Espousals break;
Canst thou deny it, shameless Strumpet, speak.
Babylon.
I am the Mother Church, and hence deny
That filthy name I am indicated by.
The odious Epithets of Scarlet Whore,
Is daily laid unjustly at my door.
I am Christ's Church, his Spouse and only love,
His undefiled one and spotless Dove.
Pray then forbear the Sentence, look about
To find that Whore and grand Deliquent out.
Bold Heretics, who never would adhere,
To the true Faith and Apostolic Chair.
Have born my just rebukes, some more, some less,
As was their Pride, Rebellion, Wickedness.
Judge.
Thou graceless Wretch, thou art bereft of shame,
How drast thou thus deny thy proper name.
Christ's Church, his Members never did annoy,
Nor persecute, and millions thus destroy.
'It is to no purpose for thee to dispute,
For all thy Forgeries I can confute.
I am thy Judge, and never will pass by
Thy horrid Acts, and bloody Villany.
The times at hand when I will fulfil my word,
And in just fury draw my glittering sword.
My frown shall make thy proud foundation quake,
And all the Pillars of thy House I will shake.
Dost think because I did forbear so long,
That I will revenge not my dear Children's wrong.
What I resolve to do or will command,
No Pope nor Devil can the same withstand.
He that presumed great Monarchs to depose,
Shall soon be tumbled down by some of those
Whom he so crushed; from Hell he did ascend,
And thither shall be flung down in the end.
He'll surely fall and never rise again;
The hope thou hast of him is therefore vain.
There's no recalling of the Sentence gone,
Thy Execution day approaches on,
Thy Pardon-Merchants then shall cry and howl,
And thy Destruction (in this sort) condole.
" Illustrious City thou wert great and fair,
" Most brave and sumptuous, even beyond compare.
" Alas! how quickly are thy Judgments come,
" Thy fall, thy ruin, and thy final doom.
" Our Trade is gone, our gainful Merchandize
" Is lost, and no man does regard our Cries.
" O sad Destruction! we are all undone,
" What shall we do, or whither shall we run?
" O that the Mountains and the Hills would cover
" Us, till the Vengeance of the Lord be over!
Truth.
Most glorious Judge, since this bold Whore denies
Her filthy lewdness, and Adulteries,
Let me but prove it, and proclaim her shame,
'It is known that I a faithful Witness am.
It has been Evidenc'd by Vision clear
That some strange Monster should on earth appear,
Which by imperfect views did first amaze
Segacious minds when they on it did gaze;
Which made men's Judgments to divide asunder
To see an Object of unusual Wonder,
A Woman! City! and a scarlet Whore!
The like on Earth was never seen before.
A Woman in her pompous glory dressed,
And sitting on a Monstrous Horned Beast,
Who it decipher'd by prodigious things,
His very Horns (explained) are Crowned Kings.
And then this mighty wonder to complete,
She's placed on a Seven-hilled Seat;
She's styled a Woman, and a Whore, because
She once submitted to Enacted Laws,
As other women do, when they do wed
A Husband, and enjoy a Marriage bed.
And who this Woman is, shall now be known,
Her proper Title is (
Great Babylon
)
Who in great Pomp and Royal State doth ride,
Excelling haughty
Jezebel
in Pride;
Who in our modern times hath boasting been,
That she Rules all men as a mighty Queen,
Trampling on Kings and Crowned Potentates,
Commanding Kingdoms, Common-wealths, and States,
Requiring Subjects blindly to obey,
Pressing the Beast, and Horns, to kill and slay
At such a rate, as that all Christendom
Like Butchers bloody Shambles are become.
If by this Mark she is not understood,
Neither by Garb, Beast, Actions, or by Blood,
To other ways of proof, I will quickly come
And show this Whore to be the Church of
Rome.
The Woman which th' Adpostle
John
beheld
Array'd in Purple, and in Pomp upheld
By that blasphemous, scarlet color'd Beast
That was with Gold and Stones of value dressed:
Holding a Cup full of Abominations,
And black pollutions of her Fornications;
That with great Kings Adultery commits,
And on a Sev'n-hill'd Habitation sits,
The holy Angel of the Lord explains
That 'tis that City which so proudly Reigns
Over the Kings of th' Earth; but all these Notes,
And what besides the blessed Spirit quotes,
With Papal
Rome,
exactly do agree,
She therefore must this bloody Strumpet be.
If all the Marks that of this Whore are given
Will not meet anywhere so plain and even
As on the Church and People I did name,
Then certainly She is the very same;
First, then 'tis evident that there is none
May be so fitly styled
Babylon.
Was
Babylon
a People of Renown
To that same height the Church of
Rome
is grown.
Had
Babylon
a great and peerless King?
This Church can show an Image of that thing.
Did
Babylon
poor
Israel
Invade?
This Church on
Zion
the same Invades made.
Did
Babylon
make
Salem
desolate?
This hath brought
Zion
near to that Estate.
Did
Babylon
make Prophets drink their Tears,
Shake Kingdoms, and fill Peoples hearts with fears?
This Church, hath done so; yea, and far out-done
Her Arch type, and so beyond her run.
Did
Babylon
the Prophets bear away
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nto Captivity, and make a prey
Of all the Treasure that her hand could find?
This Papal Church is not a whit behind.
On th' ablest guides she laid her hellish hands,
Confining them to Prison under Bands;
As if 'twere not enough for her to do,
She seized their Persons, and their substance too.
Did
Babylon
God's Worship over-throw,
Set up an Idol, and command to Bow?
This Church hath done the fame, yea, and much more,
Fill'd heaped measure, and much running over.
'Twas she that took the Word of God away,
And by a String of Beads taught men to pray.
She robbed the Layety of the blessed Cup,
And spoiled the Feast where Children come to Sup,
At the Lord's Table where they used to mind
The blessed things their Savior left behind.
She did set up her Superstitious Mass,
As rank an Idol as yet ever was,
Commanding adoration to be given
Of equal honor with the God of Heaven;
Imposing Vows, unwarranted Traditions,
Implicit Faith, and thousand Superstitions,
Pretended Miracles, apperent Lies,
Damnable Errors, and
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ond Fopperies;
She clogs the Conscience, and to make all well,
Boasts all her Dictates are Infallible.
Did
Babylon
the burning Work begin?
Make a hot Farnace? Thrust God's Worthies in?
This Church herein hath driven such a trade,
That thousands, broiling Martyrs she hath made.
She sets the Pope above the holy one,
The great
Jehovah
and his blessed Son.
'It is she declares him Universal Head,
'It is she forbids the
Bible
to be read.
'It is she that first did from the Faith depart,
'It is she that wounded
Zion
to the heart.
'It is she hath been the occasion of all evil,
'It is she advanced the Doctrine of the Devil.
'It is she that taught her Sons to swear and lie,
To vouch great falshdods, and plain truths deny.
'It is she that did forbid the Marriage Bed,
Whilst her vile Clergy such ill lives have led▪
Was it not she that Canon did create,
Commanding plainly to abstain from meat,
Which God gave license unto all to eat.
If from this charge she can herself defend,
Then may she make the Judge and Law her friend
Or if she can produce another tribe,
To whom we may this Character ascribe;
With greater clearness than we do to her,
We will consent her Sentence to defer.
Judge.
ROme, since thou canst not make a fair defense,
And show to all the World thine innocence.
'It is very evident that all these things,
Have been fulfilled on Kingdoms and their Kings.
And now if there no other People be,
That did the like, then thou alone art she.
Let thy denials trouble men no more,
Thou only art the bloody scarlet Whore.
Therefore in Justice I at length am come,
(Being long provoked) to pass thy final d
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om.
The Sentence.
ROME
Thou hast been Indicted by the Name
of
Mystery, Babylon, Mother of Harlots,
Scarlet-coloured Whore,
and
False Church,
or
pretended Spouse of Jesus Christ.
And found guilty
of all these horrid and prodigious Crimes, following:
Thou didst first fall from the
Holy Religion
of
God and his Son, which were established▪ and professed
in the
Apostles
time. Thou didst set up the vile
Monster the
POPE, the Man of Sin,
that foul,
Blasphemous
Beast.
Thon didst most sacrilegiously
give those Attributes and Titles to him, that belong
to
Jehovah
and the Great
Immanuel.
Thou madest
his Decrees in Wicked Counsels, above the Laws of
God, (the Universal Sovereign) Thou hast made
void the Laws and Constitutions of the Gospel, forming
whole Nations into Churches, though the greatest
part do show themselves the worst of Men. Thou
hast made Nurseries of
Priests and vile Men,
and
impowered them to take Confessions for Money, and
forgive Sins. Thou hast hypocritically abused all sorts
of People, by persuading them that thou hast power to
heal their soul here, and help them hereafter, by
which cursed frauds thou hast drawn a great part of
the Riches of
Europe
into thine unhallowed hands.
Thou hast laid
Close Siege
to the Courts of Princes,
and drawn them into the highest strains of Wickedness
to commit
fornication,
promote
Idolatry▪
and take away the lives of
Innocents.
Thou hast lain in
wait (where they would not fulfil thy bloody and barbarous
Lusts) to contrive
Treasons, Sedition
and
Rebellion
against them, to Depose and Murder them
by
Excommunications, Poysons
and
Powder-Plots.
Thou hast corrupted all Countrys and Kingdoms
(where thy power extended) by such downright
and abominable
Ieolatrys,
that
Heathens
themselves
were never guilty of worse. Thou hast not only
countenanced
Stews
and
Brothel-
Houses, where
abominable
Sodomy
and
Adulteries
are practiced,
but even thy very
Nunneries
are become Habitations
of Whoredom and Filthiness, the bottoms of whose
Motes and Ponds, have shown the Murders of New
born Babes. Thou hast killd the best Men; thou hast
not spared delicate Women and sucking Children.
Thou hast made away many Millions both of
Christians
and poor
Heathens.
And after so Hellish a sort,
that the best learned Heart and Tongues want
Rhetoric
to set it forth; Thou hast cut them to pieces in
Cool Blood, thou hast chained to Stakes and burnt
them. Thou hast ripped up Women with Child, and
Ravisht Women and Maids—and then hast barbarously
slain them—Thou hast been guilty of burying
alive, Roasting upon Spits, scalding with burning
Oil and boiling Lead—Blowing their Heads
in pieces with Gun-Powder; thou hast made Women
Widows, Children Fatherless; Houses and Villages,
Towns and Cities without Inhabitants. Thou hast
destroyed by Fire and Sword and all manner of Hostitities
and Outrages. Thou hast fomented Wars betwixt
Kingdoms and Nations. Thou hast done thy
endeavor to make all men slaves, but thy own accursed
Tribe of
Cardinals, Arch-Bishops, Bishops, &c.
Thou hast Murder'd multitudes of Souls, as well as
destroyed multitudes of Bodys. In short, thou hast
filled the Earth with Corruption, and loaded it with
Opprassion, and standest in the way of its promised
Deliverance and Restitution. And for all this
Apostasy,
Oppressions, Adulteries, Fornications,
Rebellions, Treasons
and
Blasphemies,
with the
guilt of a mighty
Mass of Innocent Blood,
which
hath been proved against thee, and from which thou
canst not defend thyself, and for which, both by the
Law of God, Nature and Nations, thou oughtest to
suffer, thy
Sentence
therefore is
—
Thou shalt continue in safe Custody till the
1260 Years be expired, (
which is now very near
)
and then thou shalt he taken from off the Beast,
where thou art imperiously Mounted, thy Golden
Cup (
with which thou hast deceived the Nations
)
shall be taken out of thy hand, and by the Hand
of God, the Horns of the Nations, and Swords
of Good Men, thou shalt have these Judgments
come upon thee in one day,
Death, Mourning and
Famine,
and thou shalt be utterly burnt with
Fire,
like a Woman that hath broken Wedlock, and
slain her Sovereign; At which all the Host of
Saints and Angels, shall say
Amen,—Hallelujah.
The AVTHOR's
REQUEST.
I.
SOme things, great God, my Soul doth long to
have,
Before these transient days of mine be over;
Which things in deep humility I crave,
Before I go from hence, and be no more.
Till my Requests I can of thee obtain,
I shall be filled with sorrow, grief, and pain.
II.
Alas my Griefs are now increased double!
O that thou wouldest be pleased to hear O Lord!
Then should my Soul be free from inward trouble
If what I humbly ask thou wouldest afford
Until thy grace allows me my Request,
I cannot cease, nor give thee any rest.
III.
'It is not for fading Riches of this World,
Nor empty Honor, that to thee I cry;
Such with a puff are oft to nothing hurld,
They get them Wings, and from Possessors fly.
All sublunary things uncertain be;
I ask them not, some better things I see.
IV.
'It is not for Pleasures that are transitory,
Which fill vain Fancies with a foolish Joy;
But for some Glimpses of Diviner Glory,
Which my transported Soul longs to enjoy.
Can Riches, Honors, fading Pleasures give
The things I want, whilst on the Earth I live?
V.
The things that I am longing to receive,
Most precious are; O let me humbly urge,
That thou thy presence unto me wouldest give,
My heart from sin that thou wouldst also purge.
These are the things my never-ceasing Cry
Petitions for; Lord grant them ever I die.
VI.
Thy presence does more consolate my heart,
Then sweetest Honey, or the Honey-Comb:
I will (with
Mary
) choose the better part:
'It is Sin my Soul would be delivered from:
Then I thy Name in Songs will magnify
And happy be, when ever I come to die.
VII.
Let thy good Spirit be my blessed Guide,
And in thy House let me forever dwell;
From Gospel-Truths O let me never slide,
Nor find my Conscience like another Hell:
And I thy Name for evermore shall praise
And happy be when I shall end my Days.
VIII.
Lord whatsoever my Estate is here,
With sweet Submission let me be content,
When I am most troubled, then be thou most near,
And never from me thy dear self absent:
This will my prostrate Spirit highly raise,
And if I suffer, to thy Name be praise.
IX.
Teach me, I pray thee, that Celestial Skill,
My Days to number, as thy Saints have done;
Let me still yield unto thy blessed Will,
And wait upon thee till my Glass be run:
So shall my Raptur'd Tongue thy praise proclaim
And sing
Hosanna's
to thy Glorious Name.
X.
O regulate my Tongue, and make me see,
How few my days are, and how short their length,
Let all my Trust be still repos'd in thee;
Relax thy scourge, or add unto my strength:
Be thou my way, my strength, my light that I
May learn to live, and in thy favor die.
XI.
When hungry, let thy
Manna
be my meat;
When circled in the dark, enlighten me;
When I am weary, O! be thou my Seat;
And when imprisoned, do thou set me free:
So filled, enlightened, after sweet repose,
Enlarg'd from Bonds, I will thy praise disclose.
XII.
In time of wrath, when fury waxes great,
Be thou my Bulwark and securest Tower;
To thy transcending Name let me retreat,
And be defended by thy mighty Power.
Secure me till thy Vengeance is past over,
That I thy Praises may to all discover.
XIII.
Let me with Patience run that blessed Race,
And From my weights, which very sore have been,
Be now set free, that with a swifter pace
I may the Prize of lasting Glory win.
Be thou my Guide, do thou direct my Path,
Lord give me Patience, & with Patience Faith.
XIV.
Thy Children are as (many) Members join'd
Which make one body, whose blest Head thou art,
O cause them with an undivided mind
And perfect Union, to have all one heart:
Then shall I hope to see a blest increase
Of
sion's
Glory, and of
Israel's
Peace.
XV.
Thy Children have in many things provoked
Thee, but in Mercy pass Offences by.
By Grace, O Lord, let Judgment be revok'd
That they may live thy Name to magnify;
And
I
thy Goodness will proclaim to all,
And warning take, lest
I
myself do fall.
XVI.
Remember
Zion
in her aking grief,
She mourns, she weeps, and is in inward pain,
Do thou in Mercy, send her such relief
That she (with cause) may never more complain;
Then (not till then) my sorrows will be over,
And
I
thy goodness will to all discover.
XVII.
O let thy Gospel through the Earth be spread!
Rome's
black design, O let thy Grace prevent!
Permit not them to grow into a Head,
As they have purposed, with a full intent.
Then shall
I
(quickened by a holy Flame)
Ascribe the Glory to thy Blessed Name.
XVIII.
I pray thee scatter our enraged Foes,
And baffle all who proudly have combined
Against thine Heritage, do thou expose
Them to be tost as Chaff before the Wind;
Preserve thy Flock from bloody
Babels
hand,
Establish Truth and Quiet in the Land.
XIX.
O God whose dreadful Judgments are severe,
And whose great Mercy's full of sweet compassion
Destroy thy Churches Foes both far and near,
And grant to me the joy of thy Salvation;
Then will I spend the Remnant of my days.
In Psalms of Thanks to thee, and Hymns of Praise.
XX.
Make hast to judge the Persecuting
Whore,
Thy righteous Judgment quickly execute;
Let her so fall that she may rise no more.
O Lord be pleased to grant my earnest suit,
That I may see her fall before I die.
That I thy Name may therefore magnify.
XXI.
O Lord, establish thiee own interest,
And set thy Son upon his blessed Throne;
Destroy the Kingdom of the Scarlet Beast,
Let Christ his Foes to conquer now go on,
That on the Top of
Zion
I may sing
Aloud,
Hosanna
to the Highest King.
XXII.
What thou, O Lord, hast to thy
Zion
told
Of Blessings that thou hast for her in Store;
Them once fulfilled, O let mine Eyes behold,
And then let me go hence and be no more
In this disturbing World, but let me be
Translated to a blest Eternity.
XXIII.
In all the course of my short Pilgrimage,
Be thou my Load-Star, let my heedful Eye
Be fixed on thee, that when I leave the Stage,
I may be fitted and prepared to die;
That when this transitory life is over,
With Angels I may fing for evermore.
XXIV.
Whate'er of any Suit thou dost deny,
Grant me True Faith, that I may still believe
That through Christ's Ransom, when I come to dy
A Glorious Crown from thee I shall receive,
O Lord of Hosts, vouchsafe me my request,
Let me enjoy but thee, and I will rest;
For having thee, all precious things I have,
And in the World there's nothing else I crave.
An Alarm to the Wise and
Foolish Virgins.
I.
ALL you that fear the Lord, give ear
To what I do indite,
There is a cry, the Bridegrooms nigh,
'It is near the midst of Night.
II.
Rouse up, awake, your Lamps to take,
And longer do not slumber;
You must them trim, to tend on him
Into the Wedding Chamber.
III.
You Virgins all, to you I call,
What Oil have you in store?
If you have none, you are undone,
Then look to it therefore.
IV.
Watch then always,
Our Lord doth say,
None knows the day nor hour
Watch carefully, for you are nigh
The day of his great Power.
V.
With speed arise, lift up your Eies,
The Day-Star doth appear,
Rise from your Bed, raise up your Head,
Redemption's very near.
VI.
Such as are wife, their time do prize,
Preparing for their Lord,
To them he will, his Word fulfil
And his sweet smiles afford.
VII.
But Fools do hast, their time to waste
In sleep and slothfulness;
Yet such presume, they shall assume
His Glory never the less.
VIII.
But they indeed on fancys feed,
'Twill come to such an Ebb,
That they shall see their hopes will be
Like to the Spiders Wed.
IX.
They still do keep themselves asleep,
And know not where they be,
Were they awake, how would they quake
Their woeful State to see?
X.
You who remain so very vain,
And in a formal state,
And all the while have got no Oil,
You'll mourn when 'tis too late.
XI.
You who profess, and not possess
The Truth in Life and Power;
Your state is bad, and will be sad
Before this day be over.
XII.
You have the Shel, but no Kernel,
The Chaff but not the Wheat,
The Husks you take, and do forsake
Your Souls most precious Meat.
XIII.
'It is the last Day, O! therefore pray,
And faithful now abide
Unto the Lord with one accord,
And be on the Lambs side.
XIV.
Still have a care, and do not dare
In
Babel
to remain;
For if you do, then must you know,
With her you shall be slain.
XV.
Come, hast away without delay,
With all speed and endeavor,
Her end is come, her fatal Doom,
Therefore your Souls deliver.
XVI.
You now do hear, her Ruin's near,
Your Sins therefore forsake,
And you will prevent the punishment
Of which she must partake.
XVII.
All her Pleasures and rich Treasures
Hate as monstrous evil,
God's Word doth show, who love them do,
Shall go unto the Devil.
XVIII.
You must remove, your dearest Love
From Earth, and things thereof;
For this hath been a crying Sin,
Now cast it therefore off.
XIX.
On things above, set all your love,
Affections and desire;
These things below, God will o'erthrow
With his Consuming Fire.
XX.
Alas poor Souls! be not such Fools
To labor for the Wind,
The Wealth you heap, you shall not keep,
As you e're long will find.
XXI.
You must not rest on Self-Intrest,
But wholly for the Lord,
He'll else at last you surely blast,
According to his Word.
XXII.
There are some Men, cry loud,
When, when,
Wilt thou in Glory come?
But few repent, or do relent,
And pray for his Kingdom.
XXIII.
But such shall see, with them 'twill be
As when one'scapes a Bear,
Which being gone, Lions come on,
Which do in pieces tear.
XXIV.
Subdue your Sin; for it hath been
Your greatest Enemy:
If that does reign, you strive in vain,
You must it Crucify.
XXV.
In every Land, there's none shall stand
And happy be indeed,
But only those whom God hath chose,
Who on Christ Jesus feed.
XXVI.
O therefore cry continually
For Christ and precious Grace
That being blest, you all may rest
When you have run your race.
XXVII.
The great Bridegroom when he doth come,
Will all such entertain,
And you shall then be happy Men,
And with him ever Reign.
XXVIII.
He'll place you high in Majesty,
Your honor shall excel;
And so I will end, who am your Friend
And bid you all farewell.
FINIS.