Sion 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 scatter'd 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!
[Page 2] 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 look'd 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, mixt with the screech of
Owls,
And
Ravens dismal croaks, salute the Ears
Of poor erratick trembling
Passengers:
So I'm 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'm pregnant with complaint.
No Age nor Generation but has known
[...]ome part of this my just and grievons moan.
[...]ut now I'm far more dangerously charg'd;
[...]y
Bolder Foes my sorrows are enlarg'd:
[...] hellish Tribe from black
Avernus flew,
[...]hat,
Bloodhound-like, me and my Lambs pursue.
[Page 3] 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Are all my Friends withdrawn?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?
Sion's Friend.
WHat doleful noise salutes my wondring Ear
What grief-expressing Note is that I hear
Methinks the Accent of this Dismal Cry,
Bespeaks some one in great extremity.
The shrilness of the mournful Voice bespeaks
A Womans 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 Honour;
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
Preheminence,
Monarch of Monarchs—
Sion! Is it Thou!
O mourn, my soul! O let my Spirit bow!
Let all that love the
Bridegroom sigh for grief;
For
Sion weeps as one past all Relief.
But why, O
Sion, since th
[...] art belov'd
Of Heavens
Supream, art thou so sadly mov'd?
[Page 4]
Thy Arms expanded,
thus implore the Skies?
Thy
streaming Rivulets, flow from thine eies?
[...]is makes me wonder.—
Sion.
—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
Bloud-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 expos'd to the Infernal Spite
[...] such as do in Fire and Blood delight.
[...]ots hatch'd in
Hell and
Rome! that black
design
[...] a
Monarch; and to undermine
[Page 5] Our Ancient
Laws, subvert
Religion, and
Bow
England's Neck to
Antichrists command;
Were but
Preludiums to that dismal
Vrn
(As martyr'd heaps in flaming
Smithfield burn)
Design'd for
Protestants, and all the Rest
Who hate
Romes 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 Favours 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 ne'er introduc'd 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!
Sion forlorn! How very few regard
Thy
cries &
tears, mens
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
seiz, 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.
[Page 6]
Brave Soul! Thy Love and Loyalty do claim
That
King and
People should proclaim thy
Name,
As
England's
Victim, ne'er to be forgot,
Fast'ning on
Rome an everlasting Blot.
The Great
Jehovah, who is onely 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
Tygers, 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!
'Tis 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, long'd (as heretofore)
[...]
Christian Blood: her Favourites made haste,
[...]a her great need to help her to a
Taste.
Of choicest Liquors this she calls the first,
To chear her linking heart and quench her thirst.
[Page 7] Fearing
Miscarriage, when her Spirits faint,
She drinks the hearts Blood of some Martyr'd 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
Heretick was a Pragmatick One;
He knew my
Secret Clubs, and would Reveal
My Tragick
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 ne'er injur'd you, but stood
Discharging
Justice for his Countreys Good.
Will nought but Blood of
Protestants give ease
Or quench your
thirst? What mischievous
Disease
Infects your
Bowels? Must your Chruches Food
Be flesh of Saints? Your mornings-draught, their blood
Fellonious Strumpet! Must you be so bold,
To steal by night into your Neighbours
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.
[Page 8] 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 o'er-burthen'd Heart can scarce express
The nature of my
Inward Heaviness.
Sion'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?
Sion.
IF that my
Head were Waters, and each
Eye
A brim-full
Fountain, I could drein 'em dry.
I'm steep'd in
brackissh Floods, nay almost drownd,
To see how
Sin does ev'ry where abound.
Where e'er I am, I nought 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-fac'd in our present times?
The God (incens'd) has fearful
Judgments sent,
To
humble men, and move them to
repent;
[Page 9] 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 'scap'd, small Reformation hath
Produc'd! Nor has the desolating
Fire
(A perfect Token of Gods 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.
[Page 10] 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
Christs blood and wounds, is Courtier alamode.
How can th'abused Earth but gape again,
To swallow quick vile Wretches so prophane!
Can Heavens great Artillery so long
Forbear the Treasons of a mortal Tongue?
Jehovah's Attributes so vilely us'd!
His sacred Essence and his Name abus'd▪
Fresh Blasphemies they mint, new Curses frame,
And Sins that never had before a Name.
Graduates in Courtship are preferr'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 can't disturb their pleasure
But still they sin until they fill their measure
Judgments deferr'd, in evil makes them bold,
Despising such by whom they are controld.
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,
'Tis not t' indulge thee in iniquity.
Think'st thou the God of Purity does like
Such ways, because he yet for bears to strike?
[Page 11] Do'st think a gloomy interposing Cloud,
From Gods 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 Judgements 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 raign 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 Gods wrath at all,
Nor what to Drunkards does so oft befall:
Altho Gods Word has dreadful Warnings given,
That Drunkards never shall inherit Heaven,
But that their lot shall with damn'd 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 resolv'd they will
Carouse full Goblets, and be filthy still.
Thus men by
Pride, by
Oaths, by
Worldliness,
By daily swallowing Liquor to excess,
[Page 12] Defile the Land, and do the Lord Provoke,
To cause his Vengeance on the Land to smoak.
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 Wo,
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?
'Tis rank'd 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 produc'd t 'express
Idolatry,
Then that abhorred Name,
Adultery.
Besides the Terrors of Gods 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 for ever.
But O what dismal Consequences wait
For speedy entrance at the wretches gate!
[Page 13]
[...]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, Beggery and Wo.
[...]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
Lev. 20. 10.
Ordinances hath
[...]ppointed such to an immediate Death.
[...]ould 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 vertuous 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 pamper'd Gallants to their wonted shame.
[...]re Brests 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,
Honourable; he that will, may wed:
[Page 14] 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 bruitish man exceeds
Inferiour 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
Evangelick Law
A Trick of State to keep the World in aw.
Creating Idols in their Brains; that even
Make
mocks of
Hell, and a
meer scorn of
Heaven.
But can such
Fancies challenge an abode
Within your Hearts, to
Dis-believe to GOD?
On th'
Vniversal Fabrick cast an Eye,
The Sea, the Earth, and the expanded Sky:
[Page 15] Can so Sublime Illustrious an Effect
[...]e form'd 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 produc'd, can't 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 do't, then none can GOD define.
[...]irst Principles are beyond Definition;
No Logick reaches at so high a Vision:
[...]Tis unreveal'd to Reason, for no strain
Of lofty Metaphysicks 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,
[Page 16] If each can make it self, and that which can
Create it self, can so it self sustain
In infinitum, and will ne'er 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: 'Tis 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 call'd
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
[Page 17] 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
Judgements which you daily hear,
Of
Wrath and
Vengeance darted every where
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 scatter'd Atomes 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,
[Page 18] Do so abound through our enlightned Isle,
That
sodom hardly e'er appear'd more vile.
A Complaint against Hypocrites.
I am not onely persecuted by
My
Open Foes, but
Lurking Snakes do lie
Within my
[...]Bosom, using all their Art
To seiz my Vitals, and corrode my Heart.
Such
seeming Friends, such
Traytors 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 meer
Saints: but,
Hypocrites in grain,
Do all the while Intelligence maintain
With my declared Foes, who proudly joyn,
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.
[Page 19] But grant, Dread Soveraign of the Vniverse,
That whilst I weep my Grievances in Verse,
Thy
Sion's Interest may not be betray'd
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 critick 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 bauling Canon's most impetuous shots,
And
forraign 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 easie 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.
[Page 20] 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
labour 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 dos't
presage, that (trembling)
I shall fall?
Lord, canst thou see thy
pleasant Vineyard Tore,
And rooted up, by this
rapacious Boar?
[Page 21]
[...] have my
Childrens crying
Sins provok'd
[...]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 refin'd,
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.
Sion's Children.
AH Mother! who can disallow your moan?
The cause is just, for every one must own
[...]ur failings great, and that our sins provoke
[...]mpending Judgement, 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 Heav'n exposes the Results of
Rome
To
Publick Notice; since the Traytors 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.
[Page 22] 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 ne'er deceive; whose brave Resolves defeat
Those curs'd 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 ne'er 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
Chang'd from a Tempest to Serenity.
Sion.
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
JESVS.
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?
[Page 23] 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 supprest,
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
Schismaticks?
But that's not all: My Children more refin'd
From those Corruptions, do afflict my mind.
O depths of Sorrow that disturb my Rest!
O racking Grief that rends my woful Brest!
Some are so Carnal, some so swiftly hurl'd
Into the Labrinths of th'inticing World,
That in the hurries of that crouded Road,
They find small leasure 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.
[Page 24] Some to be
Popular, away would give
Those
Gospel-Dutys that are
positive:
From such as these, my Sorrows do increase,
That Sell
Gods 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-fac'd 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 unsavoury Lives;
[Page 25] 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 can't Saints in Familys eschew
That which
meer Heathens are asham'd to do?
Their Houses are the Scene of
Civil Wars,
Of Brawls, of Discord, and
Domestick 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 meer 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.
[Page 26] 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 e'er,
Contracts a bitter Curse, which every where
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 Vertue grovel in the Dust,
Their Youth and Strength they'l 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.
[Page 27] How dare you run this vile
Career, till Death,
Like a
Grim Serjeant, comes t'arrest 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 nought 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 subdu'd your
Strength,
Is this a Season to Detest your Lewdness,
To talk of
Vertue, 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 lye in
Hell to all
Eternity.
Sion'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?
Sion.
STill more behind? O that there were no more!
Since they're too many that I've told before:
Masters and
Servants, Kings and
Subjects err
In their
Relation: does not each prefer
Base, Selfish Ends to gratifie a
Lust,
Before what's honest, and supreamly 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-dutys! 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) fam'd the former days.
[...]ious Discourses may reclaim the Vile;
[...]ut they are hard'ned 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.
[Page 29] Merchants and Traders have a nimble Art
To summ 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 t'other Ear)
How many
loyter in their
Christian Race,
Profusely squandering the day of Grace?
Many like Drones, on others
Toyl do live,
Though 'tis less honour 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;
'Tis 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-us'd,
And oft, when read, perverted or abus'd:
Helping the Weak, is turn'd into a slighting;
Gospel-Reproofs perverted to backbiting.
[Page 30] 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 Gods
Declared Will, confin'd;
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're
disanul'd, who did
reveal
Their
Abrogation to these
bold Pretenders?
Gods 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 compleat our
Vnion.
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?
[Page 31] 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
gawdy is?
Alas! no
Folly can be more
absund,
Nor more exploded in Gods
Holy word.
All should to
Gospel-Purity adhere;
But to
calumniate, villifie 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
dissentions 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 intrap
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,
[Page 32] 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 bloudy hand, t'involve 'em all,
In one
Destruction Epidemical.
Sion's Children.
AH Mother! who can remedy your grief?
For this Disease admits of no relief.
Sion.
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 woful
Crys
Be dis-regarded in her
Childrens 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:
[Page 33] In such you all, will certainly agree;
(O happy
Model of sweet
Vnity!)
Let none that to those
Principles do stick,
Be branded with the name of
Heretick;
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
easie 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'll 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
savour, love and
Scripture-force.
This is the
way to bring him to a sence,
And Gods
prescribed Method to
convince;
But if you fail, then
leave him to his God,
Who can reform, or punish with a
Rod.
[Page 34] Your
Work is done, you have
discharg'd 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 mishapen 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, Vnity, Increase,
Among my
Children, as the
fruits of Peace.
Sion's Children.
OVr
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 ne're prevail
To break our League, or make our Courage fail:
But tell, Dear
Mother, has some new affright
So dis-compos'd 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
Prognosticks of that dismal Night,
That
threatens to succeed our Gospel-Light.
Sion.
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.
[Page 36] 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 preacht,
But very few (if any) sinners reacht.
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 prick'd at
heart! and scarce do any fall
At
Jesus feet! or have a sence of Sin,
Confessing how
rebellious they have bin!
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 Gods Servants disappear so fast.
Can I, when
Gap-defenders fall asleep,
But like old
Isr'el, 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 lov'd
By Me, have been in little time remov'd;
[Page 37] 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 extinguish't! and no other Lights
Appear to chace the horrour of our Nights!
Shook by concussions of my Foes I stand,
Whilst few are rais'd to hold my trembling hand!
If thus my
Horsemen, and
Commanders dye,
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 Embassadors.
Ah too
licentious World! come, look about,
Before the Lord, the
bloudy Flag puts out:
When God from
Sodom, righteous
Lot did call,
Sulphureous 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.
[Page 38] 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
Humane 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
joynts grow
palsy'd, & the
Blood's
congeal'd
Into a
Jelly, can the Man be heal'd?
When
limbs grow
stiff, and
feeble Age does plow
Its
wrinkled furrows on the
Patients brow;
When
heat gives place to a
benumming cold,
When
doting Fancy cares not to be told
Of its
approaches to a certain
Grave;
When it rejects the
Physick 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!
'Tis
sick at heart, yet seems
averse to take
That
sacred Physick, 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
Atomes 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▪
[Page 39] Thou hast been counted our
Emanuel's Land,
The
Gospel seems on
Tip-toe now to stand,
To bid thee
farewel: Must thy Sun so soon
Be
sett! 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-fac'd
Pride, and impudent
Distrust,
Rob thee of this inestimable
Jewel?
How canst thou be so
pittiless, so
cruel
Unto thy self?
Sin is the
flaming dart
That cuts thy Veins, and wounds thy very heart.
Can
Sion chuse 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 stil'd
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 ravisht from thy
Head,
And
Romish Clouds thy Lustre 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 hastning horrour! O invading fears!
Had I a Sea of never-empty'd tears,
[Page 40] My boundless, helpless grief wide open sets
The Sluces for its streaming Rivulets.
The very Air, drest 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 won't adore
The hateful
Carcass of a
Rotten Whore?
Must all that execrate
Rome's
Superstition,
Be Murder'd by a
bloudy Inquisition?
Must such as won't to
Idols
[...]ow, be broke?
Must flaming
Smithfield, belch out
Fire and
Smoke
Of Martyr'd
Saints? must all that will not turn
(With
Bibles and good
Books) together burn?
Must
Monkish Torys, meer
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
paultry Non-sence, and those
Apish Mocks,
Mis-call'd
Devotion, fill the
House of Prayer?
Must
Pestilence infect our
purer Air?
[Page 41] Must
Sodom be translated to our
Isle,
And filthy
Priests our chastity
defile?
Must
Satans Factors in a
humane 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 bloud 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!
Sion'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
Anchor-hold.
But what's this
Beast, of whom thou dost complain?
Whence came he first? and of what date's his Reign?
[Page 42] Give us his
Marks, that we may surely know him,
Repel his
Pride, and quickly overthrow him
With Vniversal and Vnited
Force,
Our
Armed Legions shall impede his
Course.
If God Commands (who do's the
Scepter wield)
Wee'll fight his
Battels, and dispute his
Field.
In
Martial Syllogisms our Arms shall speak:
Wee'll strom his Wall, and make his Pillars quake.
Araging Anger in our Bosom burns,
Patience
Provok't too much, to
Fury turns.
Sion.
THis
Beast above (
a) twelve hundred years has bin
My Mortal Foe, he's call'd (
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 intituled
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
[Page 43]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, speake not of the Popes claiming the Title of
Universal Bishop, till about the year 604. or 606. when the Traytor
Phocas by the help
[...]f
Boniface the 3d. murdered the Emperour
Mauritius, (in requital of which, the Vsurper
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 entituled,
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.
[...], is an
Hebraism, and imports a person given up to Impiety and Wickedness, as Pro. 24. 5.
[...]
vir scientiae, a Man of knowledge, that is,
Very Knowing, 2 Sam. 16. 8.
[...],
vir sanguinum,
[Page 44] A Man of Bloud, that is, one arrived at a
non ultra of impiety.
This
introducer of
blind Superstition,
Is stil'd in Holy Writ, (
c) Son of Perdition.
From Hells
Abyss, at first he did proc
[...]ed,
As in the
Revelations (
d) you may read:
'Tis he whom
Daniel calls (
e)
the little Horn,
By whom three more up by the Roots were torn.
(c)
[...], 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,
lov'd the Bag, hatcht 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
[Page 45] 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 Apostacy
Corrupts true Faith and Gospel Purity:
Just so it happened at that very time,
When
Romes 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 Apostacy was; it began an very early: It is affirmed by
[Page 46] 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 Apostacy of which the Apostle speaketh, was visible, and fully manifested: Joan. Wolfius
out of Jerom,
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 endeavoured 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 Humane 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 Lords 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▪
[Page 47]
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
Romes great
Empire to its Period came,
The
Papal Hierarchy (
h) usurpt 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
VVas but a hatching, and in Embrio;
And e'er he could come to maturity,
The † Roman Empire must dissolved be;
Upon whose Ruines he hath built his Nest,
An rais'd 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
[Page 48] be abolished, and out of the Ruins thereof the Son of Perdition
is made manifest, and exalts himself: the Emperors hindred him, but the Empire being decayed in the West,
and diminished in the East
by the Saracens,
the Pope
found means to seiz 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 ruine of the Empire, let him read
Signonius his History of the Kingdom of
Italy: In the beginning of his third Book he shews 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 Publick 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 Daniels
Prophecy, and in the Revelations of St.
John by his rising out of the Earth,
according as the Latines
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 Emperour 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,
[Page 50] 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 cloth'd 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 colour, and in many other things he seem'd to represent the
First Beast.
The Fourth Mark.
(1.) HE doth exalt himself above all those
Call'd
Gods 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 Sov'raign
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 labour'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,
[Page 51] 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 lye prostrate at his Beck,
And to his trampling feet submit their Neck.
(3.)
Pope Adrian 4. made the Emperour
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 Emperour
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 Emperour 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 Gods Temple sits,
Boasting himself a God, and counterfeits
True Holiness; when he assum'd 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.
'Tis expresly 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.
[...], that is, not in
Jerusalem but in the
Church, so Oecumenus, de Rom, lib. 3. cap. 13.
and Theoph. Theodor. Ambros. Primus Anselm. Severian. apud imsum.
Besides it was to be in a C
[...] with 7 Hills, and where 7 kings of supream 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 Apostacy 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
[Page 53] their names when ruined; 'its said,
I sa. I. 2 I. How is the Faithful City become an Harlot? Could she be a
faithfull 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 Gods Temple & Christs 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 rendred 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 shew the Mystery of the Woman, and the Beast that carrys her, vers. 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 Christs Supremacy and Government.
The Seventh Mark.
THe Holy Spirit most expresly 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 Falshood in Hypocrisie
And many Thousands do deceive thereby;
Forbidding Marriage, (*)
and the use of Meat,
Which God ordain'd 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 Clarks and Monks by the name of Sacriledge;
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 Clarks,
he saith, That the Marriage of saints is not without some Sin, Pollution and Uncleanness.
The
[Page 56] 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 any more 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,
so'its expresly called the Doctrine of Devils.
The Eighth Mark.
HE's not content to be Supream 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 sav'd, 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, shewing 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
[Page 57] 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 thy self 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 can't 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'
Apocalyptick Beast, that claims
Sublimest Titles, and Blasphemous Names,
With Matchless Pride, and Peerless Impudence,
He does for Money with Gods 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 Gods Seat, by giving what Interpretation to Gods 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 Humane Faith;
Their Nature, Number, Circumstances all,
Done by Atchievments Dabolical;
Their senselss Fables, arrant Fopperys,
Are meer 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 damn'd 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. Bellarmin (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 sheweth 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 joyned them fast again, so that in one Hours space the Man became as lively as ever be had been in all his life.
[Page 59] St. Anthony's
Arm, that precious Relick at Geneva,
was kiss'd and worship'd 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 Bloud from it. A Country Curate, saith Erasmus, getting Crabs, and fastning 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 Almes▪
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 Lettice to eat it, crusht the Devil between her Teeth in the Lettice; and this poor Devil, saith Du Moulin,
whom she belike swallowed down together with the Lettice, being commanded to go out, and checkt by Equitius,
excuseth himself, saying, Alas! what hurt did I? I was sitting quietly upon the Lettice, and she came and bit me, the fault was in her for not making the Sign of the Cross when she gathered the Lettice.
Moreover, these ridiculous Impostors affirm, that when the Body of Pope
Formosus was carry'd 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 Christs Vicar,
or his Viceroy
and Lieutenant. Bellarm. de Rom. lib. 2. cap. 31. Foundation, Head, and Husband to the Catholick 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 Sion not to weep,
saying, God had raised to her a Saviour▪
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 Hereticks Schismaticks, and what not.
The Eleventh Mark.
'Tis He that aims at th' utter Dissolution
Of precious Saints, by Bloudy 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 ev'ry where,
The Numbers he hath (
a) murder'd do surmount
The stricttest of
Arithmeticks account.
They stain'd each Nation with a Crimson Floud
And Swelling Current of my
Childrens Bloud.
(
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 Bloud; in St. Bartholomews
Massacre, in the Year 1572M more than 80000 were slain in cold bloud▪ see Du Moulin p. 246. 247. The Duke
de Alva (s
[...]ith he) played the Butcher in
Flanders, and under the shew of Catholick Zeal, slew Millions of People,
in recompence where of the Popesent hem a Holy Sword and Consecrated Gloves; besides the infinite numbers slew in other places, by Wars, bloudy 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.
Sion'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 controul or fear?
Sion.
YOu are to wait for Gods 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 Soveraign Rule must yield;
He shall the Crown and Royal Scepter wield:
Nations shall serve him; Kings that have abhor'd
His Name, shall pay him Homage, as their Lord.
[Page 63] To
JESVS all shall bow, he shall be King,
And to poor
Sion shall Redemption bring.
Till this Beasts month, and latest hour be spent,
No Humane Weapon can his Rage prevent.
To suffer Persecution I'm 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
Sion is restor'd
To height of favour, 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 Bosome 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 conquer'd, I shall not arise,
Nor be deliver'd from mine enemies.
This Traytor 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;
[Page 64] By her
salacious and
bewitching Charms
She does intice
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
sawcy 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 is't that Dukes and Noble Peers,
With other
Heroes, should for many years
Thus truckle to that Proud, Usurping
Whore,
And for her sake inslave themselves? nay more,
Exhaust their
Treasure, and debase their
Name,
And bring themselves to such
reproach and
shame,
By thus ingaging 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,
[Page 65] 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 lyes 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 stretcht upon the fatal Block,
And Justice ready to discharge the stroak;
Such is the strength of her Inebriation,
That they (oh horrible!) on their Sa
[...]vation.
Protest they'r innocent! when all the while
No Treason ever did appear more vile,
Then that for which Impartial Justice hath
Judg'd them (as Traytors, to deserved Death.
Rome (by their frantick Resolutions) would
Out-face the Sun, and baffle) if She could)
The clearest Proofs, and solid'st Evidence
Produc'd by Heav'ns 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 Traytor-Martyrs in her Calender.
SIONS Sons.
This Whore and Beast in Interest are so join'd,
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 Supream and Magisttraticall;
This Scarlet Beast does in the strictest sence,
Lay claim to Secular Preheminence.
The
Roman Empire lost the Ruling Seat,
The Pope usurpt 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 exprest 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 exprest 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 her self▪ 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)
Ecclesiastick 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 sence is singified by the Beast who do support the Ecclesiastick 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 (indanger'd by her Plots) arise
To curb this Whore, that our great God defies?
Why should her Treasons any more 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, provok't by flaming ire,
To Eat her Flesh, and burn her in the fire?
SION.
VVHo 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.
[Page 69] 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
Sion'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 requir'd,
At present you must keep your selves retir'd
Make no attempts untill the Lord on high,
Does give you strength this
Babel to defie.
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 hee'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 rejoyce.
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.
[Page 70] O sigh with me, and in your Spirits groan,
And send strong crys up to his gracious Throne:
Give him no rest till, (in those glorious days.)
Of all the Earth, I'm made the only praise.
And I'll 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
Sion totter? And the Beast grow steady
In his proud Seat? Hast thou not try'd already?
What some advantage, or what Gospel good,
Is to be hop'd for, from the wicked Brood?
Canst thou expect they'l serve thee better Now?
Are they more like to bless the World below;
Then thy Poor
Sion? If their measures be
Repleted brimful of Iniquity,
Then by just forfeiture, their right is gon,
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?
[Page 71] 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 Soveraign Rule? Will Fathers, and young men,
Within thy Church, be priz'd and honor'd then?
Shall they not rather, by their Barb'rous hands,
Be Butcher'd, for obeying thy Commands?
Will not thy Childrens Souls in danger be
Of swift Damnation, by
Rome's blasphemie?
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
Sion to Destruction:
If then the Door of Grace, be open'd more,
For Mens 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
Sion 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,
[Page 72] 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
Sion, 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
Sion, 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'le bid them all defiance.
Hear and consider, for thy Mercy sake,
On gasping
Sion some compassion take.
I have been ransom'd with the precious Blood
Of thy dear Son, and fill'd 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.
[Page 73] 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
Sion 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 before't 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 ev'ry 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
[Page 74] 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
Chrst's Spouse, his undefiled One,
Canst thou permit me to be trod upon;
'Tis by thy Grace I am Intitled so,
Great God relieve me, and divert my wo,
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 wrapt in clouds the splendor of thy Face;
O this has caus'd 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 lye 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 chrystal 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 Heav'ns; and thou, O Earth bewail
And weep ye Saints untill your spirits fail,
For she that is the glory of the Earth,
Of the most Noble and Illustrious Birth,
Lyes sadly weltring in a deep despair,
Her grievous sorrows, can no tongue Declare,
O that our Brethren would, but hasten hither
That in Gods 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
Sion 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
Sions 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?
[Page 76] She is reproached by ev'ry 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 dayly Song:
But
Christ will turn and will expostulate
The Case with
Sion, touching her Estate.
Why art thou sometimes up, then down again?
Sometimes at ease, sometimes in bitter pain?
They'r doubtless throw's chear up and do not fear
For thy deliverance is very near.
Those lab'ring pangs shall speedily be o're,
Fear not, thou shalt not dye, 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,
'Tis he a lone that brings unto the Birth,
And do's give strength and vigour to bring forth;
Then stay thy self 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 sences, mourning
Sion brought,
With languish'd looks, she casts a weeping Eye
Upon her Children, and Reaues her crie.
SION.
I Am affraid my God hath me forsook,
My sighs he minds not, scarce bestows a look.
His former pitty, 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 spoil'd, how am I rent and torn?
[...]m like a Ship with raging Tempest tost
Midst Rocks and Sands, just ready to be lost:
Where ev'ry Bellow does present a grave,
And Death in Triumph rides on ev'ry 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 crie,
Unless thou save me, I must surely die,
CHRIST.
IN glorious Regions of approachless light
Where Joys unmixt 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.
[Page 78] 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 drencht 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
Sion! thy sad voice I hear,
I'le 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.
'Tis I can still the blust'ring Winds and Seas,
And in thy greatest Anguish give thee ease.
'Tis 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 shew my Soveraignty;
Ile make them to the Rocks and Mountains fly;
[Page 79] Though with the Powers of Hell they have combin'd
I will pursue them, & they shall not fiud
A hiding place my vengeance to avoid,
Till by my fury they be all destroy'd
I will bring down each high and lofty head,
Their mighty ones like Mortar
I will tread.
Thy cause Ile plead, though silent
I have stood,
Ile be reveng'd for all the Righteous blood,
That has run down like to a Mighty flood.
And therefore now; Ile 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 intreat
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 Ile 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 scatter'd o're 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 seem'd to have forsaken thee,
Yet, from all bondage
I will set thee free,
Though
I have thee afflicted heretofore,
Ile turn my hand upon the bloody VVhore;
Because thou dost my holy Name profess,
Ill break in peice them that thee oppress:
[Page 80] Arm'd with Commission from the great
Jehove,
I will come down and all thy Griefs remove.
All Weapons form'd against my
Sion, shall
Unprosp'rous prove, for I will break them all.
I'll teach thy Children, give thee lasting Peace,
Converted Gentiles shall the Church increase.
Though wicked Men with words do thee deride,
Thy Borders I'll enlarge on every side.
Each hungry Soul with plenty I will feed,
The Earth I will divide among thy Seed.
I've promis'd 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 al Luxury and Riot,
The
Heathen in my presence shall be quiet.
Above all Kings
I shall exalted be,
And Rule the Earth with Soveraign 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 Heav'n or Earth, were there ten thousand more
For thou hast found a Salve for every Sore.
[Page 81] Transported by thy love, with joy I cry,
My Ravisht Spirit must exalt the high.
And mighty Lord, by whose unbounded grace,
My hearts enlarg'd to run the blessed
Race;
Thou shalt conduct me to thy
living Springs:
From thence I'll mouant up, as with
Eagles Wings,
Vnto the Heavenly Mount of
Faith's desire,
Where I thy
Grace and
Glory will admire;
Then I'll descend from those
Abodes above,
To be embraced in the
Arms of Love.
I'll hold thee fast, and never let th
[...] go,
For by
thy loss, O what a Depth of Wo
Did I sustain! In what a
dreadful Case
Was I, when thou didst hide thy
glorious face!
Thee having, though nought 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 compar'd to thee.
To be thy Portion, Lord, thou didst me chuse,
And thou my Portion art: I'll
[...]'re refuse
So rich a Grace: thou art my Heritage,
Thou art a God of Love from Age to Age,
And therefore evermore I'll 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 defence to all that fly
With care and speed from their iniquity.
[Page 82] 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 provok't thy great and glorious Name,
Which is the cause that I do suffer shame:
Although at present I am low and mean,
Poor and despis'd, and so long time have been;
Thou canst all Sorrows to thy
Sion bless,
I therefore, in thy Pleasure acquiesce;
I'll 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
ravisht Soul so sweet,
That I'm reviv'd, and
set upon my feet:
I'll speak thy
Praise in Songs, because I see
That
Glory near, which thou hast promis'd me.
And now thou
bloudy 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
Sion! thou art much mistaken;
I'm 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've got a Cure,
From all your
Darts I am secure.
I am arriv'd at height of
Bliss,
My
Glory in its
Zenith is.
I am a Queen, and shall remain
Supream on Earth, I only reign
In glitt'ring
Grandeur over all.
Great
Monarchs Me their
Mistriss 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
Hereticks?
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.
Hee'll make all
Christendom to Arm
Themselves in my
defence, 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
Turky-slave:
If bid to thrust their
bloudy Knives
In throats of
Fathers, Children, Wives,
In
any's out their
own they'll do't,
And lay them sprawling at my
Foot.
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 bloud, 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, ev'n 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?
[Page 86] Thou seest me lodg'd in
safe abode,
Whilst thou'rt forsaken
by the God.
Hee's doubtless pleas'd with my
behaviour,
For I alone have got his Favour.
Th'
Apocalyptick 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.
Sion.
LEave off, leave off, thou
Bloudy 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
peices 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
bruitish Lust,
Whilst they (like
simple Fools) in no wise durst
Offend or cross thy
base and
bloudy mind;
That they have been
bewitcht, they then will find,
[Page 87] By thine
alluring Voice, and
lustful Eye,
To joyn 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 Wo:
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
peices fly;
Whilst
Lightning flashes through the
Angry Sky;
The
Stars and
Planets in Confusion hurl'd,
Have banisht
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 Heav'ns
dread Ire
On those, who do
against the Saints conspire.
Gods (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 seiz'd upon and
in the Jaylors hands,
Who only waits for
Justices Commands.
[Page 88]
Jehovah bids, that
Babylon the great
Be forthwith brought before his
Judgement-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 Heav'n 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'Vniverse by her
Indictment see
The cause of my most just Severity.
Justice.
DRead Sov'reign 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 evidenc'd at large.
By th' Name of
BABYLON, thou'rt hither cited,
And by the Name of
Whore, thou stand'st Indicted.
[Page 89] Thou void of
Grace, and Gods most
Holy Fear,
To
Satans Machinations didst adhere;
With him, to plot against thy Sov'reign Prince,
To whom thou ought'st to yield Preheminence.
In
Ancient times he was thine only
Spouse,
(Our Holy Law no
Bigamy allows)
Yet thou hast him perfidiously forsook,
And to thy self 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 playd th'
Adulteress,
But plain
Idolatry thou dost profess;
Of
Treason, Murder, Theft, (abhorred things!)
Of Burning Citys, poysoning of Kings,
Of Undermining States, and furthermore,
Of spoiling Trade, and making Kingdoms poor,
Of horrid Plots, of causeless bloudy Wars,
And of contriving cruel
Massacres,
Thou guilty art; thy bloudy Rage has hurl'd
Millions of Innocents Out of the World:
Prodigious Numbers have in divers Lands
Been
Sacrific'd by thy bloud-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
Bloud without Measure, thou hast murthered
[Page 90] (
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 spar'd no
Sex nor
Age.
Speak Bloudy 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
Hereticks will work wy Overthrow,
I am amaz'd, I know not what to do!
Belzebub.
WHat needs my
Darling thus to stand and pause, Laws,
Thou know'st the Custom of our
Romish
Though
black as Hell, yet be not so forlorn;
Swear, that thou'rt
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'll stand in just Defence
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 prov'd to be th'
Apocalyptick 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 meer
Strumpet, and hast broke thy
Vow.
[Page 92] 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're here,
And with our just
Complaints do now appear.
That Bloudy Whore,
the Pris'ner
at the Bar,
Has follow'd us with a perpetual War,
Because we would not to her
Idols bow,
Nor her curs'd
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 refus'd to do,
Most horrid
Execution did ensue;
Our Brethrens Brains out of their Heads were beaten
And by her Imps were fry'd and after eaten:
[Page 93] 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 ty'd with Ropes they pierc'd 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 satifie 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-numbred were our Slain
Which in the Field unburied did remain:
Our Brethren they have hung upon a Beam
And then consum'd them in a lingring flame.
Some she has into boyling Cauldrons put,
And many others into peices cut,
Without respect unto the
Hoary Head,
Into their
Throats they powr'd down melted
Lead;
And many other deaths she did contrive:
Some burned were, and others flead alive.
[Page 94] 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 burn'd to
death,
For owning of the
Apostolick Faith;
Jerom 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 hang'd in
Water, yield their strangled
breath;
Some brain'd on
A
[...]vils, some were
starv'd to death;
Some hall'd with
Pullies, till the
Top they meet
With heavy Weights and Loads upon their feet.
Rap't Maidens stab'd, poor Infants yet unborn,
From Mothers Wombs by
bloudy hands were torn
How many thousand
guiltless Christians were
Butcher'd in the
Parisian Massacre?
[Page 95] Some broke on
Crosses, some were cut in twain,
Whilst others languish in a lingring 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
bloudy 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 labour, for we heretofore
Have felt the same, from this blond-thirsty Whore.
Besides, being next her
Seat, and neer her
Power,
Her
greedy Jaws Our
Brethren did devour
With cruel Spite, and
without intermission,
We have been tortur'd in her
Inquisition.
No
Tongue can speak the
unexampled terror
Of that curst Pattern of
Infernal horrour.
They count it mild, when they our
Persons burn,
And
Wives and
Children into
Ashes; turn;
They say they're
courteous when our
Throats they cut
Or when in
Dungeons (vile as
Hell) we're put.
[Page 96] They say they favour us, when they employ
Their Daggers, Pistols, Axes to destroy.
In lingring flames they did our Brethren roast,
On Halberts tops we saw our Infants tost:
All this we've suffer'd, 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 colours draw,
Than Bloudy
Nero, or
Caligula.
Those horrid Tortures which may Brethren say
She exercis'd on them, the same I may
Affirm t' have suffer'd, 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, proclaim'd it was a sin
Unpardonable, if they durst to give
Quarter, or our Necessities relieve;
Some they stript 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 Cattel, if of
English breed,
They slasht and mangled, that they could not feed.
With joy, that
Romish and rebellious Brood
Have wash't their hands in Marty'd
English bloud▪
[Page 97] 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 buryed quick.
Some hackt to pieces, travailing Women strip'd,
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,
'Tis Hell-fire, and a lovely blast;
That blessed Book, when some have trampled on,
They cry,
Plague on't, that has the mischief done.
They made poor Wives, their Husbands blood to spill,
And trembling Youths, their aged Parents kill.
They forc'd the Son to stab his Dearest Mother,
And then one Brother to destroy the other.
[Page 98] 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 hang'd up in their Mothers Hair.
Some, with their small Guts, were forc'd 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 brag'd, 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.
[Page 99] Yet this blood thirsty Curtezan of
Rome,
Was not content, but tortur'd me at home.
Some burnt, some hang'd, some scourg'd, some banished,
Some drown'd, and some in Dungeons murdered.
A sinking Grief forbids me to inlarge,
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 Gods 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 employ'd,
To r
[...]in those that they have so decay'd.
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 open'd 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
Romes 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 inrich her Exchequer transported.
Prodigious Sums she yearly squeezed hence,
For Pardons, Obits, Annales, 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 tortur'd, murher'd, burnt or massacred.
The Papal Beast could in a Frollick tell,
I was his Fountain inexhaustible.
[Page 101] 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
Egypts Frogs in pestilential swarms.
She is so greedy nothing will suffice,
Unless I'm more a general Sacrifice.
[...]Tis known to all the Earth, how many ways
She martyr'd 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 pitty)
Consum'd to Ashes my Imperial City.
Nought but my Ruine her can satiate,
My Justices she does assassinate.
[...]or many years she has been carrying on
A damn'd 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.
[Page 102] Dread Providence shall ever have my thanks,
That has discover'd her infernal pranks;
Yet I am still in danger, and therefore
D
[...] beg just sentence on this bloody Whore.
The Evidence summed up.
O Gulph 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 humane 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 mad'st the Magistrates their Enemies,
And all the tortures which thou could'st devise, Toes
Thou didst inflict, as testimony shows,
Some thou didst hang by the Head, some by th
[...]
Some millions thou didst burn aud 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) knockt them on the hea
[...]
[Page 103] Some had their Eyes and Tongues by thee pull'd out,
Some were made harborless, and forc'd about
To wander, till in Woods and dismal Caves
They found their woful 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 consum'd to ashes were.
Thy wicked Agents have some Millions slain,
Who did endure the most inhumane pain.
Thy Bishops, Monks, and Fryers could devise,
Whose blood to me for speedy Vengeance Cries.
The waies 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 loathsom Dungeon and most ghastly Cell,
A place of horror representing Hell,
Where nothing is so plentiful as tears,
Where Martyr'd 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 daies 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.
[Page 104] 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 pardon'd, if hee'd shed the blood
Of one
Bohemian; O stupendious rage!
Not to be paralled'd in any
Age,
But by thy self, 'twas judg'd
De Alva's Crime
That he destroy'd 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 chuse 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 inlarge 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.
Thy filthy Whoredoms quickly did espye.
Thou hast with raging Persecutions rent
And murder'd 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 Martyr'd 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
Englands great Imperial Chair;
How many rich men were to beggars turn'd,
When that brave Isles, Metropolis was burn'd
By thy accursed Imps, Fire
[...]brands of Hell,
Incarnate Devils without parallel.
Brave Merchants of their great Estates bereft,
To day Rich men, to morrow nothing left;
Their Wives and Children harbourless became,
Their substance all consumed in the flame.
But to conclude, I have not yet
[...]orgot
Thy Powder-Treason, nor thy modern Plot,
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 renounc'd 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 Christs 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 Hereticks, who never would adhere,
To the true Faith and Apostolick 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.
'Tis 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'll 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'll shake.
Dost think because I did forbear so long,
That I'll revenge not my dear Childrens wrong.
What I resolve to do or will command,
No Pope nor Devil can the same withstand.
He that presum'd great Monarchs to depose,
Shall soon be tumbled down by some of those
Whom he so crusht; 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.
[Page 108] " Illustrious City thou wert great and fair,
" Most brave and sumptuous, ev'n 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,
'Tis known that I a saithful 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 mens 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 drest,
And sitting on a Monstrous Horned Beast,
Who it decypher'd by prodigious things,
His very Horns (explain'd) are Crowned Kings.
[Page 109] And then this mighty wonder to compleat,
She's plac'd on a Seven-hilled Seat;
She's stiled 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 waies of proof, I'le quickly come
And shew 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 colour'd Beast
That was with Gold and Stones of value drest:
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,
[Page 110]
Rev. 17. 18.
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 any where 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 stiled
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 shew an Image of that thing.
Did
Babylon poor
Israel Invade?
This Church on
Sion the same Invades made.
Did
Babylon make
Salem desolate?
This hath brought
Sion 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
[...]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;
She seiz'd 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 o're.
'Twas she that took the Word of God away,
And by a String of Beads taught men to pray.
She rob'd the Layety of the blessed Cup,
And spoil'd the Feast where Children come to Sup,
At the Lords Table where they us'd to mind
The blessed things their Saviour left behind.
She did set up her Superstitious Mass,
As rank an Idol as yet ever was,
Commanding adoration to be given
Of equal honour with the God of Heaven;
Imposing Vows, unwarranted Traditions,
Implicit Faith, and thousand Superstitions,
Pretended Miracles, apperent Lies,
Damnable Errors, and
[...]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 Gods 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.
'Tis she declares him Universal Head,
'Tis she forbids the
Bible to be read.
[Page 112] 'Tis she that first did from the Faith depart,
'Tis she that wounded
Sion to the heart.
'Tis she hath been the occasion of all evil,
'Tis she advanc'd the Doctrine of the Devil.
'Tis she that taught her Sons to swear and lie,
To vouch great falshdods, and plain truths deny.
'Tis 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 licence unto all to eat.
If from this charge she can her self 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 defence,
And shew to all the World thine innocence.
'Tis 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 provokt) to pass thy final d
[...]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 Emanuel.
Thou mad'st his Decrees in Wicked Counsels, above the Laws of God, (the Vniversal Sovereign) Thou hast made void the Laws and Constitutions of the Gospel, forming whole Nations into Churches, though the greatest part do shew 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 perswading 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
[Page 115] to commit fornication,
promote Idolatry▪
and take away the lives of Innocents.
Thou hast layn in wait (where they would not fulfil thy bloudy 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 shewed 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 Rhetorick
to set it forth; Thou hast cut them to pieces in Cool Bloud, 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 Oyl and boyling Lead—Blowing their Heads in pieces with Gun-Powder; thou hast made Women Widdows, Children Fatherless; Houses and Villages, Towns and Cities without Inhabitants. Thou hast
[Page 114] destroyed by Fire and Sword and all manner of Hostitities and Outrages. Thou hast fomented Wars betwixt Kingdoms and Nations. Thou hast done thy endeavour 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 destroy'd 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 Apostacy, Oppressions, Adulteries, Fornications, Rebellions, Treasons
and Blasphemies,
with the guilt of a mighty Mass of Innocent Bloud,
which hath been proved against thee, and from which thou canst not defend thy self, 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 Judgements 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.