ENGLANDS OBLIGATION To Captain WILLIAM BEDLOWE, the grand Discoverer of this most Horrid.
THE World is all on Fire in Jesus Name,
By quick nos'd Jesuits, who hunt for Game,
Whose hidden subtle Souls in Malice burn,
To ruin mighty Nations, and to turn
Their Cities into Ashes, cut the Strings
Of all Societies, to murder Kings
And Kingdoms at one blow: O Wicked Seed!
Such Monsters Affrick never yet did breed;
The Tyger on the Tyger will not prey,
But these Religious ones have found the way
To feed on their own kind, with a new Trick
To rid the World of every Heretick:
(For so these Mountebanks do stile all those
Who, hunting counter to their chace, Oppose
Their tall Ambition) they slaughter all
Who to these mighty Monarchs will not fall.
But now, Brave BEDLOWE! how had I forgot
Thy Name? a grand Discoverer of their PLOT:
An Instrument in Great JEHOVA'S Hand,
To save the King, and his Besieged Land:
Had not this Providence dropt on our Shore,
Magna Britania, now, had been no more;
Our Throats had all bin cut, we clearly see,
If Gold or Silver could have tempted thee:
☞Full Sixty Thousand Guinneys proffer'd were,
If thou woulds fly from hence, and not appear
To vindicate a CAƲSE so Nobly Good,
And save three Kingdoms from a Sea of Blood:
A Ship, to boot, was proffer'd to thy hand,
To carry thee to the securest Land.
Brave Godfrey's pale Ghost yet doth cry aloud,
King CHARLES design'd for Slaughter in the Croud:
Our Noblest Cities into Ashes burn'd,
Three Wealthy Nations topsy-turvy turn'd:
The Inhabitants all marching out of doors,
Planted by People worse than Turks or Moors:
England no longer England, now, but ah!
Stil'd by a new Name, Terra Incognita.
As once the Britains, which we Welsh-men call,
Were by the Saxons turned out of all;
A Lamentable Story, which may grieve us,
When there's no Wales nor Cornwal to relieve us.
We had been th [...] Hunters prey, the Worlds laughter,
Had not brave BEDLOWE sav'd us from th [...] slaughter:
Five years thou wert their Slave to set us free,
To sound the Depth of all their Policy;
They Mine, and thou didst Counter-Mine as fast,
To blow them and their Plots up at one Blast.
Like a Physician, that is always sure,
Thou didst not use thy Remedies for Cure,
Till the Disease grew ripe, then from thy skonce,
They and their Fire-works were blown up at once:
A Pill so bitter to the Vulgar sight,
The Plotters and their Plots were brought to Light,
Forc'd and compell'd by thy ingenious Art,
To Vomit up the Poyson of their Heart.
And had not Providence thus stopp'd the Flood,
ENGLAND had swum in her own Scarlet Blood.
Accursed Cain, why dost thou wear black,
Thy Brother Abels Garment on thy back?
We find thee, when that we have measur'd right,
To be a Judas not a Jesuite.
The Name without the Nature is a Gull,
Be like our JESƲS he was Merciful:
His Love appears how much he did esteem us,
He kill'd none, was killed to Redeem us:
Being impt with Cherubim and Angels Wing,
Wou'd he have kill'd a Godfrey or a King.
But there be some wou'd have it now forgot,
There was a Godfrey kill'd; nor any Plot:
So impudent in Lies, with perjur'd Breath,
They do deny the Plot and Godfreys Death.
As those of Old, which we may still remember,
Wou'd Cancel clean the fifth day of November.
Into our Calendar, let us advance,
The Murther of brave Henry King of France.
Let France and Savoy Curse the Jesuits train,
Three hundred thousand were in Ireland slain.
All Bonds of sacred Friendship you'l unty,
Oath of Allegiance and Supremacy.
You take, untake, neither God nor Man you fear,
What you have Sworn, the next hour you'l Unswear
Unto the Test, with double mind you stand,
You have a Pardon ready to your hand.
These are the Men, brave BEDLOWE! who unju [...]
Wou'd trample down thy Honour in the Dust;
That by their Hocus-Pocus Tricks, in fine,
Thy Testimony they may undermine.
When did the Apostles teach; pray Read their Sto [...]
That killing Kings was the next way to Glory:
David, the next Successor was appointed,
Durst not lay hands on Saul, the Lords Anointed.
But you, what in the World was never known,
Have fram'd a New Gospel of your own.
And being mounted on Ambitions Wings,
Wou'd fly aloft to Heaven by killing Kings.
And had not Bedlow's hand came to deliver,
Our Noble Prince had fall'n asleep for ever.
AN ANACROSTICK.
What Blessed hand directed thee to pry
Into the Jesuites subtle Policy?
Let Wisdom that did set thee in the Path,
Limit our Foes, and bind their Boundless Wrath.
I wish that their Repentance truly may,
Answer the Mischief of this fatal day.
May they that unadvisedly did climb,
Be truly sorrowful for their foul Crime,
Erect their humble minds to Heavenly things,
Dash all their future hopes of killing Kings:
Lend them a melting Heart fill'd full of Terror,
Open their eyes that they may see their Error
Wisdom that tames the raging of the Seas,
End all our Difference in Love and Peace.
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