Dij Scil. Inferi! coeptis aspirate meis.

Fuimus Troes fuit Ilium et Ingens gloria Britonum.

Sic transit gloria Mundi.

Combusta resurget.

Suis et ipsa Roma ignibus ruet

Jesus dabat canctis pacem,
Sed hi subdunt regnis facem,
Hei principum sicarij
Orbis (que) Incendiarij

Arcana Imperii

Soc: Jesu fundator Ign: Loyola

ab Ignatus

Obedientia caeca

In omnem terram exivit Sonus Nequitiae ipsorum.

Hi ragnorum Proditores
At (que) lagum Fraudutores,
Reges volant Jugulare;
Et sic plebem subjugare.

G. Faux

Rex Anglorum est documento
Cum Magnatum Parlamento:
Unoque ictu destinati
Neci, Rex, Regina, nati.

Hubert

P: a H:

PYROTECHNICA LOYOLANA, Ignatian Fire-vvorks. OR, THE Fiery Jesuits TEMPER and BEHAVIOUR. Being an Historical Compendium of the Rise, In­crease, Doctrines, and Deeds of the Jesuits. Exposed to Publick view for the sake of LONDON. By a Catholick-Christian.

Rev. 9.17.

Out of their mouthes issued FIRE,and SMOAK,and BRIMSTONE.

[...].

Horat. l. Epist. ad Lollium
Nam tuares agitur Paries cum proximus ardet,
Et neglecta solent INCENDIA Sumere vires.

London, Printed for G. E. C. T. 1667.

To the READER.

THe Design of this little Tract, requires not Invention, but Method; I mean not in the artificial disposition of words, but things: which if commo­diously digested, so as to commend themselves to the understanding of those, who have neither skill, nor will, nor leisure to evolve those larger Volumes in another Language, whence these Historical Collections are mostly extracted, the Authour hath his aim. Which (if he had got a knack) was not here to Rethori­cate; where an hasty, but honest laying together cre­dible Narratives, forbids flourishes. If there be found a good Harmony betwixt the Book and the Title with faithfulness in the Citations (allowing grains for the ordinary failures of the Press, and variety in humane apprehensions) I hope 'twill suffice the Candid, he is not impos'd on. Here is no pretension to new matter; and if these old things will not go down with some de­licate Pallates, without more soft and glib expressi­ons; forbearance of them, will not much trouble the Pen-man: who hath learn'd from the observation of the Excellent and Honourable Mr. Boyl Stile of H. Scrip. p. 163., that even the Famous Orator Cicero had many Censurers; and one Wrote a Book to prove that Tully was not Eloquent. Wherefore he that hath not the faculty, which thou­sands have to communicate his Notions; easily yields [Page] himself obnoxious in his Stile to a multitude of Cri­ticks: who yet may credit this Apology; that an im­portunate urging to a dispatch, would not admit a re­view of many Periods: which were not mended, but made lesse intelligible, by some mispointings of the bu­sie Press. We hear much from many Authours of the Greek Fire (some of which burnt the Saracens FleetSig. Hist. Ital. l. 6. p. 16. ad annum. 941 Rhodig. An­tiq. l. 13. c. 29.) to be of such force, that the Ancients accounted, no o­ther means would extinguish it, but Vineger; But I suppose you will find the Romane Fire enkindled by the Jesuits, is not less furious: and therefore if I should have infused sharpness into my words; here had been [...] allowance to write Satyrically. But I have onely re­lated matter of Fact as I found it, leaving the remedy to the grave and wise Statesmen, yet taking the free­dom to remember them of an opinion of Aristotle; who adviseth those that stand in guard of a place, to be curst only to such as endamage a City.

ERRATA.

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Poetical Reflections upon the Frontispiece.

WOnder of Babes, Wise Child, he knew his Sire
To be some Hellish Flame, or God of Fire;
And therefore would be call'd, Ignatius,
Who (some have fancy'd) was begotten thus:
A spark of Fire from Vulcans Anvile fell,
As he was dealing by-blows in his Cell:
And thence (prodigious Baby) he became
The fie'ry St. Ignatius by Name.
Nor let the Romanists so tetchy be,
Their Saint is by-blow'd in his Pedigree;
For's Mother was the Whore of Babylon,
(With whom Jane Shore compar'd, 'tis ten to one
Chast Ginny writes her self a Maid.) But stay,
And soft a while good Father Loyala;
I fain would be inform'd by you, what ayles
These Foxes to wear Fire-brands in their tayles?
What, did you teach these Cubs the World to burn,
Or to Embottle LONDON in its Urne?
Are Hugonots as rank Philistins grown,
(With you) as dwelt in Gath, or Askelon;
That their shocks may not stand till Christ shall come,
(Lord of the Harvest) to fetch Harvest home?
Bold Wretches; must your Fire thus Antidate
The gen'ral Doom, and give the World it's Fate?
Must Hells Edict (to blend this Globe with fire)
Be done at your grave nods, when you require?
If Earth and Hell be thus at your devoires,
What means your Legends, Calendars, Memoires
To call great Donn's, but Saints? Though mortal Clods
On Earth; In Hell, yet they may pass for Gods.
And then if so, your Agents do speak sense
For Colliars faith, and blind obedience.
This is the knack of Rule, Reason of State
I'th' Papal Monarchy: What e're some prate.
Faux therefore, by his Ghostly Father, sent
To blow up Prince, and Peeres, and Parliament;
He never ask'd, why so? but pray, why not?
And so was Sacramented for that Plot;
And falls to digging in his hired Cell,
As if resolv'd to go next way to Hell.
Or can we think that Hubert with his Fellows
Did ever ask Pope Aeo'lus (with his Bellows)
Why LONDON must be burnt? (what if th' Old Man
Did want his Niece, or else his warming pan:)
Sure Londons flames might stand him in some stead,
That he (poor wretch) might go warm to his bed.
Besides the heat o'th' warming pan was dull
To him, who love's a fire will roast a Bull:
But ah! poor Citizens, could you not make,
A second Deluge for your Cities sake,
To quench those Flames with tears, nor club at last
In sighs and groans for one great Counter-blast,
Against the Popes long bellows: Once your Name
(Whil'st your Troy stood) was Trojans Sons of Fame;
Yet weep no more, you'l see a Phoenix Rise
From Londons flames, which the world will prize,
Court, and admire for beauty. But let Rome
By fire from Heav'n expect her fatal Doom:
Then shall the eyes of Saints both gaze and feast
At once; upon this roasting of the Beast.
Heav'n shall be fill'd with Alelujahs then,
Yea, the whole world shall ring with one, AMEN.

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