THE Protestants Petition against Popery, &c.

FRom sawing the Crown 'twixt Phanaticks and Fryars;
From Whitehall Scaffolds, and Smithfield Fires;
From the Jesuits Morals, outdone by the Tryers,
Libera nos Domine.
From every Religion which Treason allows;
From the Geneva Stiffness, and the Roman Bows;
From affronting of God, or adoring of Shows,
Libera nos Domine.
From slicing the Pope into Presbyter John,
More sawcy in Consort than he is alone;
From a Legion of Devils to extirpate one,
Libera nos Domine.
From fermenting the Rout with Chemaerical Fears;
From buying with Blood, and enjoying with Tears,
A Liberty copied by that of Argiers,
Libera nos Domine.
From being twice chous'd with the same sort of Cant;
From defending the King by Scotch Covenant;
From Reforming the Church till we leave nothing on't,
Libera nos Domine.
From a bifronted Conscience, like the Sign of an Ale-house,
That faces the Church, and outfaces the Gallows,
With one side stark raw, and the other side callous,
Libera nos Domine.
From a Supreme Vicar to shackle the King;
From a long round Senate, which means the same thing;
From a Monk without, and a Devil within,
Libera nos Domine.
From advancing God's Church by such Sins as wou'd fright ye,
From listing of Rebels to aid the Almighty;
From taking of Ratsbane for Elixir Vitae,
Libera nos Domine.
From the Popish Rage, and the Popular Fret,
Which with Brotherly Malice their Sov'reign beset;
From rescinding Bull, and reforming Bullet,
Libera nos Domine.
From the Lords in the Tower, and the Lords that are out;
From assulting the King by Dagger or Vote;
From our Ruine Point blank, or Nine Mile about,
Libera nos Domine.
From the Dark-Lanthorn Plot, and the Green-Ribbon Club;
From brewing Sedition in a Sanctified Tub;
From reforming a Prince by the Model of Job,
Libera nos Domine.
From the National Wealth by a Junto possest,
By cajolling of one half, and plundering the rest;
From the Commonwealths Arms-with his Holines's Crest,
Libera nos Domine.

The SECOND PART.

FRom measuring Devotion with Beads, or with Sand,
In a Language or Phrase that we don't understand;
From a Preacher with Reliques or Spoons in his Hand,
Libera nos Domine.
From stripping Religion to avoid the Excesses
Of a cumbersom Ruff, and a Collar of SS;
From His Holiness, and Their Holinesses,
Libera nos Domine.
From Plot upon Plot, which no Herald admits,
Nor any Man else that is well in his Wits;
From Conscience that comes like an Ague, by Fits,
Libera nos Domine.
From the Pope in One Stick, or the Pope in a Faggot;
From the Catholick Worm, and Schismatical Maggot;
From such as swear round to keep what they ha'got,
Libera nos Domine.
From Penance reformed to a Stool of Repentance;
From a new Inquisition to aid the Tridentines,
And the Savager Courts where the Godly give Sentence,
Libera nos Domine.
From setting Christ's Vicar to teaze his Vicegerent;
From the Saints in whom the same Sin is inherent,
The best Friends he has, though they seldom appear in't,
Libera nos Domine.
From St. Omers Consult, and a Leyden Cabal,
Inveterate Foes both to Pauls and Whitehal;
From a Plot pro and con, like a Tennis-ball,
Libera nos Domine.
From the Roman Disease, and Geneva Physician;
From admitting Prophaneness to purge Superstition;
From Raviliack's or Bradshaw's Commission,
Libera nos Domine.
From taking the Covenant, or baulking the Test;
From both the Renouncers when th'are but in jest;
From the Pope's hatching Eggs in a Presbyter's Nest,
Libera nos Domine.
From the Godly Disguises of Cropping and Shaving,
The different Ear-marks of Fooling and Knaving,
Though both can do both for the sake of Soul-saving,
Libera nos Domine.
From a Jesuit transformed to a Sanctified Elder,
And cursing Romes Church to her dear Hans-en-Kelder;
From hugging her Brats, and yet hope w' ave expell'd her,
Libera nos Domine.
From the Mass and the Directory bound in one Volumn;
From the Trent Conventicle, and the Dort What d'e call'um;
From the Votaries of Saints, and those that Peter'um and Paul'um,
Libera nos Domine.
From transforming a Cowl to an a-la-mode Jump;
From the Jesuit's Bucket in the Minister's Pump;
From a Representative Monster, that's all over Rump.
Libera nos Domine.
FINIS.

LONDON, Printed for B. Tooke, 1681.

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