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Sion in Distress OR THE GROANS OF THE Protestant CHURCH.
Lam.1.12.
Is there any sorrow like unto my sorrow?
Ver.17.
Sion spreadeth forth her Arms, and there is none to comfort her.
Ver.20.
Behold, O Lord, I am in DISTRESS.
—Quis talia Fando Temperet a lachrimis?—Virgil
The Third Edition.
BOSTON IN NEW-ENGLAND, Printed by S.G. for Samuel Philips at the West End of the Town-House. 1683.
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To the READER.
YOU are here presented with a Reviv'd Poem, with such Additions and Enlargements as makes it very different from the First Impression. It is suited to the present State of the Protestant Church, shewing the Causes of her present Calamity, with an Enumeration of some prevailing sins; the Plots and Contrivances of ROME against SION; the Marks of the Antiebrishi [...] Beast and Scarlet Whore, with her Arraigument and Condemnation, (illustrated in difficult places with Marginal Notes.) Also some probable Discoveries of the Churches Redemption, and the approaching Glory of the Latter Day.
We have now a plain Prospect (by the Gracious Discoveries of Providence) of those Horrid and Execrable Plots, which the restless Adversary has contriv'd against the Peace and very Being of SION, and which were much in the dark when my Muse first bewail'd its Condition, and suspected, that this Epidemical Mischief (now Reveal'd) was then a hatching.
[Page] In a Subject of Grief, a quaint and ornamental Method is not to be expected: for an abrupt and s [...]bbing Delivery is more natural in the Delineations of Sorrow, then a studied well poiz'd and artificial Harrangue. The Subject is Divine and too lofty for so weak a M [...]se, [...] the Generous Reader to a candid and mild Construction. I have writ according to the measure of Light received, and have contributed my Mite (in a well-meaning Spirit) to reduce us to our selves.
Against the Reigning Evils which expose us to Temporal and Spiritual Enemies, many wholsome Precepts from Scripture and Reason are given.
The Rise, Progress, and Persecutions of the Man of sin, are succinctly delivered, with the Evidence of Approved Historians, (some of them Papists) whose Evidence against Themselves ought to be convincing. There cann't be too many Defendants against so Vigorous and Assailant as Rome is.
There are many Excellent Tracts that discover the Villanies of Popery, and I wish they were more common. It is a great comfort that the Spirit of the Nation is so much (and justly) incensed against it. And that our Parliament is so Thorow and Resolved to crush that Interest, whose Principles teach them to be (to all Hereticks, for so they call Protestants) Traiterous Subjects, ill Neighbours, and worse Sover [...]igns.
[Page] To promote the Just Odium of my Native Countrey against so destruction and malignant an Enemy, is (in part) the Design of this Essay; (which being of small bulk and price, may possibly come into more hands them larger Volumns.) If it contributes any thing in order to that End, it answers the Expectation of [...].
Your Souls Well-Wisher.
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To his Friend the Author, ON THE First Impression.
WHat Muse is this, that thus inspires th [...] Brain,
And leads thy Genius to so high a Strain?
Must thy Aspiring Fancy now rehearse
Thy Mothers Groans in an Elegiack Verse?
Is Prose too mean and unregarded now,
That still in Verse thou let'st the World know how
SION's abus'd by Rome's Infernal Crew?
How in her Blood they did their hands imbrew?
Let thy Endeavours prosper: Let them prove
To be Rome's shame: A Token of thy Love
To thy Distressed Mother, (now the scorn
Of black-mouth'd Imps, who are of Satan born)
Aspiring Soul I What from her Sorrows climb
To a Prophetick Spirit in thy Rhime [...]
Foretelling how she shall deliver'd be
From all those Bloody Beasts, whom thou do'st see
God will destroy, and will thy Mother make
Heav'us Glory, and Earths Joy, for his Names sake [...]
Jehovah bless thy work this Book, though small,
And make it prove a Preface to Rome's Fall.
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To my Friend the VTHOR; Upon His Revived Poem.
HEre's Grief in Raptures! who could thus infuse
All Strains of Sorrow? No Aonian Muse
Such Sacred Rhapsodies could e'er inspire:
Now were thy borrow'd from Apollo's Quire.
No Inspiration from th; Thespian Spring,
Does teach our Poet in this mode to sing.
He sucks no Hippocrene, nor feeds upon
The fancy'd Dew of Pagan Helicon.
He mounts no Pegasus, nor gathers Drops
Distil [...]'d by Clio from Paranssian Tops.
These are but Whimsits—Some Serapbick Fire.
His Muse did with this Mourning Song inspire?
Who can but, in the highest Notes of Grief,
Weep Tears in Verse, when SION wants Relief?
[Page] Such as from Art their lofty strains do [...]t
D [...]but describe an Artificial Sorrow:
But his is purely Natural: for we
Perceive it comes from perfect Sympathy:
His clear discerning Soul her danger sees
Approaching on by unperceiv'd degrees.
He gives us Warning to prevent the stroke,
To leave our sins, and Mercy to invoke.
Here's a Prophetick Glass, where we may view
The swift Destruction that will (else) ensue.
But Friend, we thank thee that thou hast not left us
Without some hope, nor has thy Book bereft us
Of Consolation; for the SCARLET WHORE
Is there so Senten [...]'d, that Shee'l rise no more.
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Sion in Distress: OR THE GROANS OF THE Protestant Church
What dismal Vapour (in so black a form)
Is this, that seems to Harbinger [...]storm
What pitchy cloud invades our Starry Sky,
To stop the Beamings of the World Great [...]
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 Englana's Great and Royal Bridegroom fled?
Is its Auvora 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] I mourn unpitied, groan without Relief!
No bounds not measures terminate my grief
The Sluces of mine Eyes are too too narrow
To vent the Streams of my increasing Sorrow.
Ebbs follow swelling Floods, and vernal dayes
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 Pilgrines wander in their distress
Amongst the wild rapacious Savages,
[...] pat [...]less De [...]arts, where the midnight howls
[...] hungry Wolves, mixt with the scriech of Owls,
And Rav [...]nt dismal croaks, salute the Ears
Of [...] ertatick trembling Passengers:
So I'm surrounded, so the Beasts of Prey
Conspire to take my Life and Name away.
My glowing Soul does melt, my Spirits faint;
For want of vent; I'm pregnant with Complaint
No Age nor Generation but has known
Some part of this my just and grievous moan.
[...] now I,m far more dangerously charg'd;
By bolder Foes my sorrows are enlarg'd:
A hellish Tribe from black Avernus flew,
That Blood-hound 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 none
Steps in to ease me of my grievous moan?
SIONS FRIEND.
WHat doleful noise salutes my wondring Ear [...]e
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 shricks.
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 siezes thus 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 how!
Let all that love the Bridegroom sigh for grief;
For Sion weeps as one past all Relief.
But why, O Sion, since thou art belov'd
Of Heavens Supr [...] art thou so sadly mov'd?
[Page 4] Why Arms expanded, thus implore the skies?
Why streaming Rivulets, flow from thine eyes?
This makes me wonder—
SION.
MY forlorn Estate
Is poor unpitied, mean and desolate;
I long have wandred in the Wilderness
Involv'd in trouble, kept in sore Distress,
In Caves absconding from the horrid Rage
Of Savage Boasts, until this later Age
I made Attempts to look a little Out,
The Monster spyed me, and does search about;
The Roaring Blood-bounds, greedy on the scent,
To kill, or drive me back again, are bent.
No Interval of Peace, no rest they give,
Pronounce me cursed and not fit to live:
A Dragon fell, combined with the Beast
To gore my sides and spoil my Interest.
Th'old Lion, Lioness, and Lions whelp,
With dreadful Jaws, the other Beasts do help.
Dogs Bulls and Foxes, Bears and Wolves agree
To rend, to tear, and make a spoil of me.
I that have been so delicately bred,
My Children at a Royal Table fed;
Am now expos'd to the Infernal spite
Of such as do in Fire and Blood delight.
Plots hatch'd in Hell and Rome! that black design
To stab a Monarch; and to [...] nine.
[Page 5] Our Ancient Laws, subvert Religion, and
Bow England's Neck to Antichrists command;
Were but Prelndi [...]s to that dismal Urn
(As martyr'd heaps in flaming Smith-field 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 Intreignes ne'e [...] 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 execrate such Factors
Sion forlorn! How very few regard
Thy cries and tears mens hearts are grown so hard
In Restless hurries, tost with every wind,
No case, no peace, no comfort can I find.
The horrid Aspect of these Monsters do
Affright my Children, some they worry too;
On some they seize, like greedy Beasts of prey,
And to their Dens the Sacrifice convey.
Renowned GODFREY! (whose immortal glory,
Martyr'd for me, shall ever live in Story)
Let every Loyal Eye that sees it there,
Yield to his Name the Tribute of a Tear,
[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 only Wise,
Permits thy Fall as a Sweet Sacrifice,
Thy Barb'rous Murder has made clearly out
That Plot which none but Infidels can doubt,
Those bloody Varlets, black Assassinates,
Curs'd Executioners of Rome's Debates,
Drunk with Infernal Cruelty, made Thee
A Specimen of England's Tragedy:
By Thee we learn what Courtesie to hope
From Romish Bu [...]chers, Vassals to the Pope,
Thou led'st the Van, first fell into the Trap,
From whence they say no Protestant shall 'scape,
Pure Innocence trappan'd, amongst them came,
Without suspicion (like a harmless Lamb)
Whilst they, like hungry Tygers, ready stood
T [...]mbrue 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 shall 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
For Christian Blood, her Favourites made haste,
In her great need to help her to a Taste.
Of choicest Liquors this she calls the first,
To chear her sinking heart, and quench her thirst,
[Page 7] Fearing Miscarriage, when her Spirits fai [...],
She drinks the hearts-blood of some Martyr'd Saint.
Than Horse-leech more insatiable, she cries,
Give, give me that, or nothing will suffice
My Craving Paunch; my pleasure must be d [...]
This Heretick was a pragmatick one;
He [...] knew my Secret Clubs, and would Reveal
My Tragick Plots: we must prevent his Zeal.
We'l Strangle him, before he gives a glimpse
Of our Designs, or countermines our Imps.
Ah Bruitish Whore! of Cannibals the worse;
This Bloody Draught has brought an endless curse
On thee; And lasting Calandars 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 case
Or quench your thirst? what mischievous Disease
Infects your Bowels? Must your Churches Food
Be flesh of Saints? your Mornings-draught, their blood
Fellonious Strumpet! Must you be so bold,
To steal by night into your Neighbours Fold [...]
Seize 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'l acquiess: for Heaven seems to call
For Tears Cessation at his Funeral:
Let Christians offer, through the universe,
Whole Hecatombs upon his bleeding He [...]se:
[Page 8] And could their Tears increase into a Flood,
'Twere no excess—So much I price 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 Brackish Floods, nay almost drown'd
To see how Sin does ev'ry where abound.
Where e're 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 perpretations of the blackest Crimes
Appear not bare-fac'd in our present times?
Tho God (incens'd) has fearful Judgements sent,
To humble men, and move them to repent;
[Page 9] Yet they proceed in foul Impenitence,
And aggravate their horrid Insolence;
Seeming to bid Defiences to Heaven,
Scorning to take the 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 Cities 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 sat)
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 [...]x [...]crations?
What damning, 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 untill they fill their measure.
Judgements deferr'd, in evil makes them bold,
Despising such by whom they are controll'd.
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 forbears to strike?
[Page 11] Dost think a gloomy interposing Cloud,
From God's all-searching Eye can be thy shroud [...]
Or that because he is inthron'd on high,
Thy Deeds of Darkness He cannot espy?
Or since his 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 Judgement 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,
A Complaint of Drunkenness.
Dost 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 God 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're 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 Englands wo,
And will if (Grace prevents not) it undo:
But there are other hainous Sins behind,
Which pierce my Bowels, and perplex my Mind.
A Complaint of Whoredome, Adultery, &c.
Did filthy Lust and Whoredome ever rage
With more excess 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 Whoredome and Adultery?
'Tis rank'd as Chief and marches in the Van
Of all the gross Debaucheries of Men,
In these 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 never
Wipe off, nor can it be forgot for ever.
But O what dismal Consequences wait
For speedy entrance at the wretches gate!
[Page 13] For lewd Embraces of lascivious Dames
Will rot their bones, breed cankers in their names,
Beget consumption in Estate and Purse,
Produce Destruction, and a certain Curse:
The common ends that such arrive unto,
Are soul Diseases, Beggery and Wo.
They'r sottish Fools (sayes wise Demosthenes)
That buy Repentance at such Rates as these:
That Sin, to please an Enemy, that strives
To damn their Souls, and rob them of their lives. Levit.20. 10.
God in his Sacred * Ordinances hath
Appointed such to an immediate death.
Would men but judge it as their greatest Foe,
They'd never love, nor hug it as they do.
Each Sex is bad, but Women seem to be
The very Brokers of Immodesty;
Which makes that passage to be born in mind,
A wise and vertuous Woman who can find?
Your City-Dames, and Ladies are on fire
With wanton passion, and unchast desire;
Providing Meats on purpose to inflam [...]
Their pamper'd Gallants to their wonted shame.
Bare Brests, and naked Necks, a Harlots Dress.
Are strong Temptations unto Wickedness.
All other sins (th' Apostle does declare)
Which Men commit without the body are:
But this abominable Act alone,
Against his body by a Man is done.
Marriage to all, the Undefiled bed,
Is Honourable; he that will, may we [...]:
[Page 14] But Whoremongers God judges, and they shall
Be cast into the Lake, both great and small,
The Wiseman calls th, Adulteren, 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're they go.
O how th'un clean 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 aking Heart is sad,
To think of what I further have to add.
A Complaint of Atheism.
But O amazing master piece of wonder!
That's like to rend my very heart asunder,
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 meer Fancies of a cloudy brain,
And all Religion and 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 Disbelieve a GOD?
On th' Universal Fabrick cast an eye,
The Sea, the Earth, and expanded Sky;
[Page 15] Can so Sublime illustrious an Effect
Be form'd without a glorious Architect?
If Reason be your Rule, true Logicks Laws
Pronounce Effects resulting from a cause,
Whose Order leads us to Infinity,
Sure 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,
Is 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 ballance in his Palm the Universe?
Who can the Ocean in a Sieve confine?
If none can do't, then none can GOD define:
First 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 wisdome therefore hath
Commanded Reason to give room to Faith.
If what we see had not a first Creator,
Then 'tis its own immediate operator;
If so, it acts before it had a being:
But such conclusions are too disagreeing
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 Natures principal Resolve
Is, That no Essence will forbear to be,
If it can keep up its own Entity.
The strain of Atheistick Sophistry
Makes all of equal Independency,
Without Subordination: 'Tis a Theam,
Without Inferior, making all Supream,
FIRST CAUSE supposes Time & Time supposed
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 unfathom'd 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,
Arraigns 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 [...]
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, (hear,)
Because they had no Int'rest to [...]eceive.
Whence come those Judgements which you daily
Of Wrath and Vengeance darted every where
Against Prophaners of that Sacred Name?
Whence come those Arrows, that consuming flame
Which terrifies 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 slow?
Let them produce their Maxims, if they can,
How scatter'd A [...]omes can compose a Man?
Who brandishes those blazing Signs of wonder?
Who frights the Earth with rapid Peals of Thunder?
Who did defear 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 Wayes make known;
Forewarning Men of what's a coming on:
Yet Senseless Mortals saulter more and more,
Though hovering Vengeance threaten at the Door;
Deceit, Soul killing-Errors, Perjury,
Injustice, Murder, Theft, Hipo [...]risie.
[Page 18] Do so abound through our enlightned Isle,
That Sodom hardly e'er appear'd more vile.
A Complaint against Hippocrites.
I am not only persecuted by
My Open Foes, but Lurking Snakes do lie
Within my Bosom, using all their Art
To seize my Vitals, and corrode my Heart:
Such seeming Friends, such 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:
Botray'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 Beats men look one way, but row another.
Such perjur'd Statesmen have the Art to smile
Upon my Face, but cut my throat the while.
[Page 19] But grant, Dread Soveraign of the Universe,
That whilest 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 Counterscarp between
Their bauling Canon's most impetuous shots,
And forraign Saints; that countermines their Plots.
The desp'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'antichristain cup,
They judge it easie to subdue the rest
Of my European Gospel I [...] [...]est
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 hut 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 mighty Lord of Hosts.
[Page 20] Awake O England! this Lethargick steep
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 Sack-cloth call:
From Carnal spirits it bids thee quickly get,
Calls from the Taverns to the Mercy seat.
From that accursed Rendezvonze 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 follow'd still, but certain Spoil of Nations?
Plagues, Fire and Sword, and other Devastations?
The sure Eversion of some Potent Crown;
The Death of Her [...]s, 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 protend that Antichrist shall break
In pieces, striving to destroy the weak?
Remains that on this blessed Name [...] Call?
Or dos't presage, that (trembling) I shall fall?
Lord, canst thou see thy pleasant Vineyard Tore,
And rooted up, by this ra [...]acious Boar?
[Page] Or have my Childrens crying Sins provok'd
That dismal Sentence, not to be revok'd?
(Gods Methods were to chasten, not destroy
Those striping Souls in whom he once took joy)
O give thy sinking Church a true discerning
What thou dost mean by this prodigious warnings;
That by thy Spirits sacred Flame calcin'd,
By Scourges mended, and by heat refin'd
We may find Grace. But oh! My Spirits saint
Under the Pressure of my great Complaint!
My panting Soul another grief doth feel,
My 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
Our failings great, and that our sins provoke
Impending Judgements, and a future stroke,
If interceeding 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 Exe [...]ion; 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] [...] clear sagacious penetrating Eyes
Dive into Rome's abhorred Mysteries;
Whose Noble souls, whose Loyal English Hearts,
The closest slights of Antichristian 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 Upstart Imp, whose title ne'er was given
By binding Laws of either Earth or Heaven,
We therefore the 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 displease;
The meek, the humble, self-denying JESUS.
His way of Worship, Scripture does express;
No useless Pomp, no Artificial Dress
Becomes Religion: Chastity abhors
The Garb, the Painting, and the Gate of Whores.
Why should my Friends a Virgin-Church pollute
With any Relicks of that Prostitute?
[Page] 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 father Reformation is supprest,
T'uphold a Grandeur that's Usurp'd at best?
Why Doors and Windows must be shut 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 breast!
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 [...]ad 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 Coelestial Diet,
Do run with others to excess of Riot.
[Page] [...] to be popular, away would give
Those Gospel-duties 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 easie 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 guid?
Some are too backward to supply the need
Of painful Lab'rers, that their souls do seed;
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 [...]ve
Some Rocky Hearers to the Grace of Love.
Must Hag-fac'd Envy, and foul-tongu'd Detraction,
Invonom'd Malice, and unfaithful Action [...]
Ill grounded Slander, and uncertain Rumor [...]
Ba [...]k biting Quarels, and the worst of Huthors
Be practic'd thus? Ah grief of griefs to see Wives
Prosessing People act iniquity
To such a Pitch!—Some Husbands and some
Do lead such shameful, such unfavoury Lives;
[Page] Whilest 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 Families 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 Extreams 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 loft:
Are they not guilty of Prodigious Folly
That teach them Cour:ship, & 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] [...] 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 rongue 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
Makes 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 a king 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 heed: Ah fools! that would begin
Conversion, when they can no longer sin.
But know, prepo [...] [...] [...]ots, the day of Doom
(That dreadful [...] of Accounts) will come.
[Page] How dare you run this vile Carter, till Deam,
Like a Grim Serj [...]ant, comest'arrest your breath,
When Tongues do faulter, & your Eye strings 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 Sound) 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 mere grievances behind?
[Page]
SION.
STill more behind? O that there were no more!
Since they'r too many that l'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-duties: O! how few do nourish
That Love and Zeal which heretofore did flourish [...]
A Love whose flaming Heat and gen'rous Rays
(Replete with Spirit) fam'd the former days.
Pious Discourses may reclaim the Vile;
But they are hard'ned in their sins the while
Saints do converse like them, and rather learn
Their vicious Tricks, then teach them to discern
The dismal snares and perils that do lurk
In sinful Words, and every evil work.
Some are so covetous, that they would grasp
The World in Arm-fulls, till their latest Gasp.
Some full of Envy: others do express
Their Lust on Dainties, feeding to excess:
So 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 sum their Shop books, but neglect the Heart;
For that they think there's time enough, and look
But seldom to the Reck'nings of that Book.
How many come for Fashion sake to hear?
(What one receives, goes out at 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 forbidding 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 carries 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 Reprooss perverted to back biting.
[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 Institution's trample,
(Though sor [...]i [...]y'd by Precept and Example)
As if 'twere low for an exalted mind
To be, to God's declared Will, confin'd;
But can these Men of Rapture make pretence
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 Duties given
Unto the Church, which are without Repleal?
But if they'r disanul'd, who did reveal
Their Abrogation to these bold Pretenders?
Gods Laws are sound, and need no Cob [...]ing-members.
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 that a Bopish sword
Could ever do, if that a sweet Communion
(At least of Love) did but compleat our Union.
Why shoul Licentious heat, my Children hurry
To those Extreams? must they each other worry
For trivial things? do they not all agree
In 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 absurd,
Nor more exploded in Gods Holy Word.
All should to Gospel-purity adhere;
But to calumniate, vilifie 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 Judgement-Seat
Of God Almighty? who is only Great,
And only Judgement gives; to him belongs
To pass the Sentence, and to punish wrongs.
Why cannot Christians with each other bear?
Among Apostles some dissenters 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 do 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 bloody hand, t'involve 'em all,
In one Destruction Epidemical.
SION's Children.
AH Mother: who c [...]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 prosess
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 Unity:)
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 that 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 li [...]tious 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 rumor, or uncertain same
Should raise a slander on your Brothers Name,
Repair to him, and in converse you'l 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 or 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 fure to lay aside
All prejudice, and let the Scriptures guid.
Your calm, s [...]nate 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 doe [...]eld.
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 sleeting Wind?
Why should those Bawbles which the Lord abhors,
Become the Sacred Truths Competitors?
Away with all such Rubs, let Truth take place;
And then the Springs of Everlasting Grace
Will drop down Blessings, Unity increase,
Among my Children, as the fruits of Peace.
[Page 35]
SION'S Children.
Our Common Danger, and the Real Sence
(which we have got by dear Experience)
Of those Advantages, our Cruel Foe
Gets by our Factions, will unite us so,
As that our Enemies shall ne'er 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 S [...]l once touches our Meridian Line,
It straight descends, does by degrees decline;
Its heat grows less, its disappearing 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
A [...] Jesus feet, or have a s [...]nce of Sin.
Confessing how rebellious they have been:
It is a dismal and apparent sign
That night comes on, when Phoebus does decline,
When heat and fervour fail, our Hemisphere
Will quickly see its Glory disappear.
The Ev'ning of the nat'ral Day is come,
When Harvest-work-men are repairing home:
So when quick Summons of Omnipotence,
Removes the Dressers of this 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 Sh [...]ph [...]ras 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 Eyes for loss of one,
But News arrives of many others gone:
If that my Head were waters, and each Eye
A well of Tears, I could distil e'm dry.
Bright Lamps extinguish't; and no other Lights
Appear to chase the horrour of our Nights!
Shook by concussions of my Foes I stand,
Whilst few are rais'd to hold my trembling hand!
It thus my Horsemen, and Commanders dye,
What will become of the poor Infantry?
Who can support the bur [...] of the Day,
When such brave Hero's o [...]ly drop away?
Is Summer past, or is the Harvest done?
That such presages of a Storm come on!
Sure God (as Monarchs do) intendeth wars,
When he recalls his choice Ambassadors.
Ah too licentious World! come, look about,
Before the Lord, the bloody Flag puts out:
When God from Sodom, righteous Lot did call,
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, untll the Ev'ning tide.
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 Bodies 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
Into a Jelly, can the Man be heal'd?
When Limbs grow stiff, and feeble Age does plo [...]
Its wrinkled Furrows [...] 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 Phisick that would save,
The case is desperate, for the Patient's just
Upon the Point to be intomb [...]d in Dust:
E [...]n so (Alas!) this Gasping Nation lies
Under the pressure of sad Maladies:
Tis sick at heart, yet seems a verse to take
That sacred Physick, whose Ingredients make
Diseases Vanish, and would ward the blow
Which will (I sear) produce its overthrow.
Ah! must our Glory (like a brittle Glass
Reduc'd to Fractions) into Atomes pass:
So Rude a Chaus! 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 set! before it did approach to Noon!
Must that illustrious Morning light be gone,
That spread its 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 pittl [...] 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 Cries?
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 may'st be justly stil'd the place of Vision?
(Though made by Foes an Object of Derision)
The joy of Saints, the [...]otestant's delight,
The Mark and Bu [...]t or Antichristian spite.
But if the Crown be [...]avi [...] from thy Head,
And Romish Clou [...]s [...] [...]ustre over spread;
What heart so braw [...]y, but thy doleful Cry
Must move to pity [...] what re [...]tless eye,
Can see thy fall, and not dissolve to drops?
O fleeting joys! O disappearing hopes!
O hastning horrour! O invading s [...]ts!
Had I a S [...]n of [...] empti [...]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 Storm [...]
Nature, of strong Convulsions sickned is,
To see this horrid Metamorphosis!
Where Gospel Pastors did some Millions seed,
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 bloody Inquistion?
Must such as won't to Idols bow, be broke?
Must flaming Smithfield, belch out fire and smoke
Of Martyrd 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 [...]etter Conscienes, and regard a Bribe
Beyond their Souls, be Leaders to our Flocks?
Must paultry Non sence, and those Apish Mocks,
Mis call'd Devotion, s [...]l the House of Prayer?
Must Pestilence insect 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 flaming Faggots, or with Popish Kinves?
Must guiltless blood through all our streets rebound
A mournful Echo? must the horrid sound
Of Axes, Whips, and dreadful Scourges tear
Our aking hearts, and pierce the yielding Air!
All this will be, if Rome can but prevail!
Amazement stops my Speech! my Spirits fail!
I only can in Interjections cry,
I sink in Trances! O! I dy! I dy!
SION'S Children:
AH! how can we with any patience hear
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 hold,
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 Universal and United Force,
Our Armed Legions shall impede his Course.
If God commands (who do's the Scepter wield)
Wet'l fight his Battels, and dispute his Field.
In Martial Sylogisms our Arms shall speak:
Wet'l storm his Wall, and make his Pillars quake [...]
A raging 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,
[Page 44] This Introducer of blind Superstition,
From Hell's Ab [...]ss, at first he did proceed,
As in the Revelations (d) you may read:
By whom three more up by the Roots were torn,
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The Marks of the Beast.
First MARK.
THe Spirit aptly does Characterize
Not till a day of great Apostacy
Corrupts true Faith, and Gospel Purity:
Just so it hapned 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'er his rising, truly come to pass,
Some Learned Writers of their own confess,
With detestation of their wickedness.
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The Second MARK.
WHen Romes great Empire to its Period came,
By hellish Craft he makes that Seat his own,
And forms Regalia's to a Tripple Crown.
This Man of Sin in * Gospel Times we know
Was but a hatching, and in Embrio;
And e'er he could come to maturity,
The † Roman Empire must dissolved be;
Upon whose Ruines he hath built his Nest,
And rais'd his Rampant Domineering Crest.
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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,
[...]surpt his Seat, appropriates his Power,
And doth the Saints (as bad as he) devour.
PopesTragicks are the second part of his.
As if that Soul by Metempsychosis (2)
Surviv'd, and were translated into this,
Now let all judge if Antichrist be come.
That sees these Marks upon the Beast of Rome.
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The Fourth MARK.
(1) HE doth exalt himself above all those
All Regal Edicts, that receive not their
Oblinging Sanction from his Papal Chair.
He like a Peerless Potentate does now
Make Sov'raign Thrones, and Crowned Monarchs bow
Three Frosty Nights bare-footed at his Gate.
(5) Imperial Heads lye prostrate at his beck,
And to his trampling feet submit their Neck.
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The Fifth MARK.
ANother Mark, He in Gods Temple fits,
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 laid down by the Apostle, as an undoubted Mark of the Man of Sin, viz. That he should sit in the Temple of God. Chryso [...]t; is very express, Hom. 3. 2. Thes.8. that is, not in Jerusalem but in the Church, so Occumenus, d [...] Rom.Lib. 3. Cap. 13. and Theop [...]. Theodor. Ambros. Primus Anselm. Severian. apud ipsum. Besides it was to be in a City with 7 Hills, and where 7 Kings or Supream Magistrates were or had been, which agrees to no City but Rome, as is demonstrated by Peter du Moulin and others; if it be objected, that the Church of Rome at the time of Antichrist's 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 their Names when [Page 53] ruined; 'tis said, Isai.1.21. How is the faithful City bec [...]me an Harlot? Could she be a faithful City and a Harlot too? The meaning is, she was so, but now thus; so Mat.11.5. 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 and Christs Church, but when [...]he 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.
That sayes the Beast shall not arise before
The Desolation of the Scarlet Whore.
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The Seventh MARK.
THe Holy Spirit most expresly saith,
In later [...] some shall renounce the Faith [...]
That by the Spirit of Seduction led,
Doctrine of Devils through the Earth shall spread [...]
That belch out Fa [...]shood in Hypocrisie
And many Thousands do deceive thereby;
Forbidding Marriage, (*) and the use of Meat,
Which God ordain'd for every man to eat.
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The Eighth MARK.
HE's not content to be Supream below,
And make all Scepters to his Crosier bow;
But th'impious Wretch is grown so bold that eve [...]
He dares affront the Majesty of Heaven.
What God commands, this lmp of Hell controuls,
Condemns the sav'd, and saves condemned Souls;
[...] chief of all, as second unto none.
[Page 57] 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 prince. (b)
[Page 58]
The Ninth MARK.
FAlse Miracles and Lying Wonders too
This grand Deceiver does pretend to do (a)
[Page 58] 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 Atchievements Diabolical;
Their senseless Fables, arrant Fopperies,
Are meer Impostures and apparent lyes.
This is an Engine which the Graceless Wretch
Does spread abroad, the Sons of Men to catch:
And God less 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!
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The Tenth MARK.
HIS out Side's smooth, he's garb'd in Sheeps array,
But inwardly a rav'nous Beast of Prey.
He has a Mouth (a) wherewith he speaks great things,
Blasphemes the Glory of the King of Kings.
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The Eleventh MARK.
TIs He that aims at th'utter Dissolution
Of precious Saints, by Bloody Persecution,
That does pronounce no Christian fit to live,
Unless they do his Beastly Mark receive.
Forbids all Traffick, none must sell or buy,
Except th'adorers of his Hierarchy.
This Mark the Pope doth in his Forehead bear
Of which full proof, is extant ev'ry where,
The Numbers he hath (a) murder'd do surmount
The strictest of Arithmeticks account.
They stain'd each Nation with a Crimson Flood
And swelling Current of my Childrens Blood.
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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 Sov'raign 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 JESUS 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 Bosom lurks,
And like the Venome of an Aspick works
Through all your Vitals; 'tis the Capital
And grandest Foe, that would betray you all;
It corresponds with those that do expose
To torments, all that with the Bridegroom close;
Till this is 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 Debaucherits;
[Page 64] By her fallacious and be witching Charms
She does intice Great Men into her Arms,
Corrupting Princes by her Incantations,
Destroys the brave Nobility of Nations.
Great God assist 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 Sov'raign 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 Where,
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 ing [...]ging in her Hellish 'Plots,
Which fastens on them Everlasting Blots.
That shameless Strumpet, whose accursed wiles
Trappans the Conscience, and the Soul beguiles,
When she involves them in the deepest guilt,
She does pretend to wash away the filth,
By impious Pardans! Yea, to such an height
Does the [...] [...], that the very sight
[Page 65] Of T [...]bu [...]n, 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 i [...] Angels round about them hover,
For fear they should her Rog [...]eries discover.
When some are stretch [...] upon the fatal block,
And Justice ready to discharge the stroak,
Such is the strength of her Inebr [...]ation,
That they (Oh horrible!) on their Salvation,
Protest they'r innocent! when a [...] 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.
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SION'S SONS.
THis Whore and Beast in Interest are so join'd
That many puzzl'd are, which way to find,
Wherein they differ, pray tell us therefore,
How is the Beast distinguished from the Whore.
SION.
A Power Supream and Magistratical;
This Scarlet Beast do's in the strictest fence
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.
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Or Romish Hierarchy, that take's her Seat
Upon the back of this Ten horned Steed,
(Which gores my side, and makes my Children bleed.)
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SION'S 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.
WHo instrumental in that work shall be;
Read well the sacred Scriptures, you may see
Rev. Esa. Jerom.
And since the matter you do understand,
It brings me comfort on the other hand:
As 'twas foretold in sacred Scripture story
You are inlightn'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 dayes,
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 seed on Bread;
God's Worship shall its freedome 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 until 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 expectation.
[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.
SION'S 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 Blood?
Canst thou expect they'l serve thee better Now?
Are they mo [...]e like to bless the World below,
Then thy poor Sion? if their measures be
Repleted brimful of Iniquity,
Then by just for feiture, 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 Judgement in right channels go!
Extirpate Vice? Make Righteousness to flow
Like mighty streams? are they in Covenant
With Thee? Or wert thou ever pleass'd to grant
Them any Promises that they should wear
The Sacret 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 blasphemic?
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 easie, 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 Mu [...]thers, and Adultery,
[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)
De [...]de thy Glory, and blaspheme thy Name,
And put thy faithful ones to open shame. Deu 32.26
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 quell 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'll 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 th [...] [...]
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 Sots illustrate light,
And be's and Army terrible in fight.
Pull off that Vail that does thy Sion cover,
Those clouds, O scatter that I may discover
What thou dost 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 brim-full 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 stedfast 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,
Thine own Plantation, valued more than Gold;
Canst thou deny thy helping hand the while
Wild Beasts thy Vineyard ravage thus and spoil,
I am Christ's Spouse, his undefiled One.
Canst thou permi [...]me to be trod upon;
[...] 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 or shall [...] run.
For Beams of comfort in this dolesome hour?
Whilst I lye delug'd in the brinish shower
More would she speak, but her great passion ties
[...] mournful tongue: the Blood-gates of her eyes
In chrystal Streams do represent an anguish,
That makes her vital operations languish.
Sank in dispairing sounds, she scarce appears
It breathe our live, but by her sighs and tears.
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SION'S Sons.
MOurn mouth O Heav'ns, and thou, O Earth
And weep ye Saints until your spirits fail,
For the that is the glory of the Earth.
Of the most Noble and illustrious Birth,
Lies sadly wel [...]ing 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 things below?
How can you sleep in peace as others do?
How can we comfort have, or pleasure, find?
Or how can we the Worlds concernmen [...]s 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 la [...]guishes, 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 despis'd and trod upon like Dung,
The Drunkard on her makes his daily 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 throws, 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 travel'd with in bitter pangs till now.
Address thy self to God, for surely he
From these thy Tortures will deliver thee,
'Tis he alone 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 thee 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 renues her cry.
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SION.
I Am afraid 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 chuse but mourn?
How am I spoil'd, how am 'rent and torn?
I'm like a Ship with raging Tempest tost
Midst Rocks and Sands, just ready to be lost:
Where ev'ry Billow 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 stand.
Awake, O Arm of God, and do not stay,
My sorrows are so great, O say not nay,
Hear me, de [...]r Jesus, unto thee [...]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,
Resounding in m [...]ne Ears continually,
I 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 purchas'd with my dearest blood,
Seems [...]rencht in tears and drowned in a flood.
Some grievous sorrow, or great tribulation,
Extorts from her this doleful lamentation,
Enough to pl [...]ce my tender heart again.
And make the Temple rend once more in twain.
Alas poor Sion! thy sad voice I hear,
[...] 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 curo; 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's mine; and I know how
To strengthen thee, and make them all to bow.
I will arise and shew my Soveraignty;
I'll make them to the Rocks and Mountains fly;
[Page 79] Though with the powers of hell they have combin'd
I will pursue them, and they shall not find
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 [...]le plead, though silent I have stood.
He be reveng'd for all the righteous blood,
That has run down like to a mighty flood.
And therefore now, He 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 av [...]nge their blood, therefore I will
Come down in fury, and those Monsters kill;
Then, thou before me very strong shalt wax,
For [...]e 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 sl [...]ngs,
And bind in Fetters persecuting Kings,
He 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,
He turn my hand upon the bloody Whore;
Because thou dost my holy Name profess.
He break in pieces 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 suppress all Luxury and Riot,
The Heathen in my presence shall be quiet.
Above all Kings I shall exalted be,
And rule the Earth with Sov'raign 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 mount up, as with Eagles Wings,
Unto 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 thee 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 else, 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 ne'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 d well 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 list'st me up on high,
[...]nd I thy Name will therefore magnify.
[...] 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, wi [...]t 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 bloody Whore, that art my Foe,
My tim [...]'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,
Whilest 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.
[Page 83]
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 D [...]struction 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 glit [...]'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 ro [...]r, as loud as Guns,
To crush thy feeble Pigmy-Sons.
[Page 84] Let but his Bulls give an Alarm,
Hee'll make all Christendome 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 pairs to spare,
Their Very Lives they'l freely spend
To bring my purpose to an end:
My Brisk Mounsieurs, My Spanish Dons
Will over match thy silly Sons:
My Rogue; in Grain, I ready have,
Obedient like a Turky-Slave:
If bid to thrust their bloody Knives
In throats of Fathers, Children, Wives,
In any's but their [...] they'l do't,
And lay them sprawling at my Foot.
[Page 85] I've Teagues and Torys at my beck,
Will wring their heads as Chickens Neck:
Try'd Villains! that will never start
From Mothers Womb to tear the heart
Of Unborn Infants; they'l D [...]flour,
Then rip hir 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 bunt and live by Prey.
Your Infant, that (like Carps) are stew'd
In their own blood, their Chops have chew'd.
The Fathers Cawls shall make a light
For those sweet Banquets of the Night.
What ere my greedy S [...]ack 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 carries,
The Jesuits are my Janisaries.
Thou see'st what Troops do guard my Chair,
What canst thou do then but Despair?
[Page 86] Thou s [...]est me loag'd in safe abode,
Whilst thou're forsaken by thy God.
Hee's doubtless pleas'd with my behaviour,
For I alone have got his Favour.
Th' Apocalyptick Prophecy
Tou falsely do to me apply;
For I from Sin am washed clean;
Thou art the Whore, be there does mean:
I am the Church, and therefore I,
Thy Threats, thy GOD, and Thee, Defie.
SION.
LEave off, leave off, thou Bloody minded Whor [...]
Imagine not that thou shalt Evermore
Thus Dom [...]neer in Pomp and saw [...]y Pride,
For God e're long, thy Rulers will divide.
Those Mighty Ones, in whom is all thy Trust,
Long shall not hold, but into pieces must
Be surely broken: thou shalt quickly see
The swift beginning of thy Misery.
Those that did love thee most, will hate thee so,
That they will seek thy utter Overthrow;
As was their Love, their hatred then will be,
And to destroy thee they will all agree.
Thou hast inslay'd them to thy bruitish Lust,
Whilst they (like simple Fools) in no wise durst
Offend or cross thy base and bloody mind;
That they have been b [...]witcht, 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 b [...]rev [...]
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 pieces fly;
Whilst Lig [...]ining 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, (heat,
Like Parchment Parcht, and shrivel'd up with
Loud Thunder-cracks through the enraged Air,
With frightful Aspects Meteors do appear,
To usher in the Day of heav'ns dreadire
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.
Shee'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 Judgment Seat.
JUSTICE:
MOst Soveraign Lord, who is it dares gain-say
What thou command'st? I must & will obey,
[...]o here I bring the Scarlet Strumpet forth
Before the who createdst Heav'n and Earth:
Thy Judgement Seat she seems to slight and scorn,
Says she's as guiltless as the Child unborn.
JEHOVAH.
HEr Crimes lay open, and her Facts declare,
Turn up her Skirts and let her Faults appear:
Let th'Universe by her Indictment see
The Cause of my most just Severity.
JUSTICE.
DRead Sov'raign of the World! I will proceed,
And will her black Indictment loudly read.
Come forth great Whore! & 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 [...]oly Fear,
To [...]atans Mach [...]ations d [...]st adhere;
With him to p [...]ot against thy Sov'e [...]gn Prince,
To whom thou oug [...]' toy [...] Pr [...]h [...]m [...]n [...]nce.
In [...] [...] was thine o [...]ly [...]
(O [...] Holy Law no B [...]g [...] a [...]ows)
Yet thou hast him pe [...]f [...]iously fo [...]look,
And to thy self another H [...]band took;
And with a graceless Impude [...]c [...] ar [...] [...]
By thy l [...]wd [...]rain to an [...] [...].
Thou hast d [...]thron'd him and thy B [...]az [...]n face
Sets up a monstrous Trai [...]or in his place,
To whom thou hast Blasphemous T [...]tle [...] given,
Exalting him above the God of Heaven.
Thou hast not only play'd th' A [...]ulteress,
B [...]t pl [...]in Ia [...]latry thou d [...] pro [...]ess;
O [...] Treason, [...]ur [...]er, Th [...]t, ( [...]horred things!
O [...] burning Cities, poysoning of Kings,
Of undermining States, and furthermore,
Of spoiling [...]rade, and making Kingdoms poor;
Of hor [...]id Plots, of causeless bloody Wars,
And of contriving cruel Massacres
Thou guilty art; thy bloody Rage has hurl'd
Millions of Innocents out of the World:
Prodigious Numbers have in divers Lands
Been Sacrific'd by thy blood-thirst [...] hands,
Insatia [...]e B [...]cheries that know n [...] end!
Thou flab [...]'st men when thou Pity didst pretend.
In times of Peace thy horrid rage has shed
Blood without Measure, thou hast murtuered.
[Page 90] (Perfidious Wretch!) thy nearest Neighbours when
They thought themselves the most secure of men,
Thou hast made Currents of their guiltless blood
To run like Waters of a mighty Blood;
So void of Pity, your inhumane Rage
Destroy'd the Saints, and spar'd no Sex nor Age.
Speak Bloody Whore, hold up thy Graceless Head,
Guilty or Not? By Law thou art to Plead.
BABYLON.
Look down, Blest Virgin! and bid Justice stay:
Speak to thy Son to drive my Foes away:
You Glorious Saints, who near St. Mary stand,
In my distress, lend me your helping hand.
All Angels, and Arch-Angles I invoke,
To strengthen me, and to divert the stroke:
These Hereticks will work my Overthrow,
I am amaz'd, I know not what to do!
BRLZEBUB.
WHat needs my Darling thus to stand and pause
Thou know'st the Custom of out Romish Laws,
Though black as Hell, yet be not so forlorn;
Swear, that thou' [...]t guiltless, as the Cild unborn.
What Violence to Hereticks you do,
Is lawful, honest, and your Duty too.
[Page 91]
JUSTICEPLead Vile Delinquent! or thou shalt receive
The Fatal Sentence which I am to give.
BABTLON
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, spothss Innocence.
JUSTICE.
THat like a Harlot, of thine own accord,
[...]h [...]u 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 c [...]e.
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,
Disowning Christ, and making that thy Head:
The consequence is clear, for thou must be
Guilty of Whoredome and Idolatry.
And to examine thy notorious Deeds:
This great Tribunal out of hand proceeds:
Call in the Witnesses—
- Waldenses.
- Albig [...]nses.
- Protestants of Piedmont.
- Savoy, &c.
DRead Lord! we're here,
And with our just Complaints do now appear.
That bloody 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,
An [...] many others they alive did roast;
Some [...]y'd with Ropes they piere'd unto the hearts,
And hung up others by their Secret parts.
Houses and Barnfulls they have burnt, so that
Our Suff'rings are beyond an Estimate.
- Bohemia.
- Germany.
- Poland.
- Lithuania, &c.
TO satisfie this cruel Strumpets Lust,
Some thousands have been turned unto du [...]
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 pieces cut,
Without respect unto the Hoary Head,
Into their Throats they pour'd down melted Lead;
And many other deaths she did contrive:
Some burned were, and others 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 Hu [...]s, was burn'd to death,
For owning of the Apostolick Faith;
Ferom of Prague to fill her Measure up,
She made, soon after, drink of the same cup,
'I were 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, sound an untimely Grave.
The barb'rous Harlot would not be content,
To kill or drive them into Banishment,
But with unheard of Cruelties she must
Their Bodies mangle, to asswage her Lust;
Some hang'd in Water, yield their strangled breath;
Some brain'd on Anvils, 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's Maidens [...]ab'd, poor in ants yet unborn,
From Mothers wombs by blooay hands mere 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 uncontrolld Record
Of many Thousands Murder'd by the Sword.
It would require whole Volumes to transcribe
The bloody acts of this Infernal Tribe.
Deep dolour hinders what I would say more!
O glorious Judge! avenge me on this Whore.
- Italy,
- Spain,
- Portugal,
- Low Countrys, &c.
REnowned Judge! those witnesses that have
Their Grief presented & do Judgment crave,
Save us much labour, sor we heretofore
Have felt the same, from this blood-thirsty Whore.
Besides, being next her Seat, and near her power,
Her greedy Jaws our Brethren did devour
With cruel Spite, and without intermission,
We have been tortur'd with 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'r courteous when our throats they cut
Or when in Dungeons (vile as H [...]ll) we're put.
[Page 96] They say they favour us, when they employ
Their Daggers, Pistols, A [...]es to destroy.
In [...]in [...]ting flames they did our Brethren roast,
On Ha berts tops we saw our Insants 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
Wou [...]d give examples of [...]er Cruelty.
I can her in more mon [...]trous colou [...]s draw,
T [...]an bloody Nero, o, C [...]ula.
Th [...]e horrid [...]ortures which my Brethren say
She exer [...]s'd on them, the [...]am I may
Affirm t'have suffer'd, by the in [...]tigation
Of this vile S [...]rumpet, who [...]e abomination
Stinks in the Nostrils' of each civil Nation.
Her cur [...]ed Priests, when first they did begin
Our Mass cre [...]proc [...]aim'd it was a sin
Unpardon [...]ble, 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, W [...]m n, Children, then were butchered,
And all that spoke our Language punished;
The very Cattle, if of English breed,
They [...]li [...]t and mangled, that they could not seed.
With joy, that Romish, and rebellious Brood
Have wash't their hands in Martyr'd English blood.
[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 persidious 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 ho [...]nds, without mercy die.
Once at the fatal Bridge of Portladown,
A thousand Souls these Mil [...]reants did drown;
A couple (with five Children) first they hung,
And in a Hole th'expi [...]ing bodies slung;
The youngest on the Mothers breast d [...]d stick,
Cries, Mammy, Mammy, yet is buried quick.
Some hack to pieces, travailing Women strip, d,
And half born infants from their bellies rip'd!
Which (with their Mothers) [...]ungry Dogs did eat
And Swine sed on them, as on common meat.
When some poor Souls in burning houses cry,
The V [...]llains said, How sweetly do they fry!
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 D [...]arest 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.
Stuck fast on Ten [...]er-hooks; grave Matrons were;
And Virgins hang'd up in their Mothers hair.
Some, with their small Guts, forced were 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 mouthes 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 ost they quaft
As freely as a common Mornings Draught!
Thousands of mine were butcher'd by this Whore;
In that poor Nation, that has spoke before:
The sufferings of my guiltless Natives, were
Equal with theirs in every tittle there.
[Page 99] [...]et this blood thirsty Curtezan of Rome,
[...]as not content, but tortur'd me at home,
[...]ome burnt, some hang'd, some scourg'd, some banished,
[...]ome drown'd, and some in Dungeons murdered,
[...] sinking G [...]et forbics me to inlarge,
[...]r e [...]e with ease l'd aggravate [...]e cha [...]ge.
Since Gospel light did in my Borders shine,
[...]he thirsted to destroy both me and mine.
[...]er lmps 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 reform'd Devotion,
They instigate the Rabble to Commotion;
That in those troubled Waters they may fish,
And bring about their long expected w [...]sh.
Their cursed Politicks have been employ'd,
To ruin 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 guiltless Saints the Victims may be made.
Thus have I open'd something of my Grief,
And from the Judge expect a quick relief.
[Page 100]
ENGLAND.HAD I as many Tongues at my commands,
As Argus Eyes, Briareus Hands;
I fearce 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, were
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 led
Whose swarms of Locusts, Priests and Friers were [...]ed.
These (as the Fanizaries to the Turk)
Were faithful Slaves still to promote her work:
Whilst to maintain these Drones, she swept away
The Fat and Wealth of Nations for their prey.
Such as would not be by her Witch craft led
Were tortur'd, murther'd, burnt or Massacred.
The Papal Beast could in a Frolick tell,
I was his Fountain inexhaustible.
[Page 101] [...]he planted Priests, and Ganimedes she rooted,
Within my Bowels, which the Land polluted;
With such a pest of vile Debaucheries,
As Pagans, Turks, and Infields 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 lmps 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 dayes.
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 assa [...]sinate.
For many years she has been carrying on
A damn d intreague for my Destruction.
And all the wayes that Satan prompts her to
Contrive my fall, she's ready still to do.
Her spite and malice nothing will abate,
Its 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
Do b [...]g just sentence on this bloody Whore,
The Evidence Summed up.
O Gulph of horror! O profound Ab [...]ss!
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 mischie [...] wrought
As is amazing to a humane thought.
It would compel a heart of stone to melt,
When it revolves what Protestants have felt.
Thy bloody fury and infernal rage,
Has persecuted them in every age.
Thou m [...]d'st the Magistrates their Enemies,
And all the tortures which thou could'st devise,
Thou didst inflict as testimony shows,
Some thou didst hang by the Head, some by the Toes,
Some Millions thou didst burn and broil on Coals,
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 curs'd crew were Women ravished,
Who then (like Butchers) knockt them on the head.
[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 wosul 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 [...]lames 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 wayes thou took'st to run a Soul from error
Was unexampled flesh-amazing terror
Of horrid R [...]cks whereon a Man must lie,
Tortur'd to death, and dying cannot die.
Accursed wretch, didst thou not give Commission
For to erect thy bloody Inquisition?
That loathsome Dungeon and most ghastly Cell,
A place of horror representing Hell,
Where nothing is so plentiful as tears,
Where 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 dayes must spend
Not knowing when their suff'rings will have end.
Thousands by thee were in Bohemia slain.
Whose Carkassos unburied did remain.
Thou madest thy Vassals fall upon that Nation,
On no less penalty than their Damnation.
[Page 104] Didst thou [...]ot promise upon that condition
To give them full and absolute remission,
The vilest wretch that on the Earth has stood,
You [...]ully pardon'd, if hee'd shed the blood
Of one Bohemian; O stupendous rage!
Not to be parallel'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
Then eighteen thousand Souls; were they so few
In the account 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 M [...]rble heart, make [...]nfidels relent,
Torments that none but Devils could invent,
But it all this was over little still,
His Predecess [...]rs did enlarge the Bill;
For from the time thy hellish Inquisition
Did from the Devil first receive Commission;
[...]y 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)
O [...] poor Americans by cruel Spain
In fifty years were many Missions slain.
[Page 105] The poor Waldenses whose enlighted eye
Thy filthy Whoredoms quickly did espy.
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 speedy Vengeance on thy cursed head?
That Sea of blood thou hast in Ireland shed,
C [...]ies night and day for Justice; now I fix
My serious thoughts upon black sixty six,
Thou bloody Strumpet, how canst thou repair
The loss of England's great Imperial Chair,
How many rich men were to Beggars turn'd,
When that brave [...]sles Metropolis was burn'd
By thy accursed lmps, Fire-brands of Hell,
Inc [...]rnate Devils without parallel.
Brave Merchants of their great Estates be [...]est,
To day Rich Men, tomorrow nothing left;
Their Wives and Children h [...]rbourless became,
Their Substance all consumed in the flame.
But to conclude, I have not yet forgot
Thy Powder-Treason, nor thy Modern Plot:
[Page 106] Nor all thy dismal Villanies that were
Done [...]n the Marinaolian Massacre.
Should I but recapitulate thy charge,
And speak of all thy Rogueries at large
'Twould fill vast Volumes; Often did I see
The Lord of Life was Crucisy'd by thee
When his dear Members blood by thee was shed,
Millions unnumbred [...]afely Murthered.
Yet still thou hast the impudence to say
That thou art innocent unto this day.
Thou shameless Courtezan, 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 Indicted 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 Delinquent 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.
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JUDGE.THOU graceless Wretch, thou art b [...]rest of shame
How durst 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 time's 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 slung down in the end.
He'll surely fall and never rise again;
The hope thou hast of him is th re [...]ore vain.
There's no recalling of the Sentence gone,
Thy Execution day approaches on;
Thy Pardon-Merchants then shall cry and bowl
And thy Destruction (in this sort) condole.
[Page 103] 'Illustrious City thou were great and sair,
'Most brave and sumptuous, ev'n beyond compare.
'Alas! how quickly are thy Judgements come,
'Thy fall, thy ruine, 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
'Ils, 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 [...] a faithful Witness am.
It has been Evidenc'd by vision clear
That some strange Monster should on earth appear;
Which by imperfect views did first amaze
Sagacious minds when they on it did gaze;
W [...]ich 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 is decypher'd by prodigious things;
His ve! Horns (explain'd) are Crowned Kings.
[Page 109] And then this mighty wonder to compleat,
She's placed on a Seven hilled Seat;
She's stil [...]d 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 [...]lay
At such a rate, as that all Christendome
Like Butchers bloody Shambles are become.
If by this Mark she is not understood,
Neither by Garb, Beast, Actions, or by Blood,
To other wayes of proof I'll quickly come
And shew this Whore to be the Church of Rome.
The Woman which th' Apostle John beheld
Array'd in Purple, and in Pompupheld
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,
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Re. 17. 18
The holy Angel of the Lord explainsThat '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 fi [...]ly stilled 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
Into Captivity, and make a prey
Of all the treasure that her hand could find?
This Papal Church is not a whit behind.
On th'a blest guides she laid her hellish hands,
Confining them to Prison under Bands;
[Page 111] As if 'twere not enough for her to do,
She seiz'd their persons, and their substance too.
Did Babylon Gods Worship over throw,
Set up anldel, and command to bow?
This Church hath done the same, yea, and much more,
Fill'd heaped Measure, and much ru [...]n [...]ng 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 Laiety 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 the [...]r Saviour le [...]t 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, apparent Lies,
Damnabl [...] 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 Furnace? 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 Jehova [...] 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 Falshoods, and plain Truths deny.
'Tis she that did [...]orbid 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 eviden [...] that all these things,
Have been fulfill'd on Kingdoms and their Kings
And now is 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 [...] at length am come,
(Being long [...]ovok't) to pass thy final doom.
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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 soul Blasphemous Beast. Thou didst most sacriligiously 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 Universal Sovereign) Thou hast made void the Laws and Constitutions of the Gospel, forming whole Nations into Churches, though the greatest part do she [...] themselves the worst of Men. Thou hast made Nurseries of Priests and vile Men, and impowred them to take Confessions for Money, and forgive sins. Thou hast hypocritically abused all sorts of People, by persuading them that thou hast power to hea [...] their Souls 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 114] ness, to commit Fornication, promote Idolatry, and take away the lives of Innocents. Thou hast lay [...] in wait (where they would not fulfil thy bloody and barbarons L [...]sts) to contrive Treasons, Sedition and Rebellion against them, to Depose and Murder them by Excommunications, Poysons and Powderplots. Thou hast corrupted all Countries and Kingdoms (where thy power extended) by such down right and abominable Idolatrys, that Heathens themselves were never guilty of worse. Thou hast not only countenanced Stews and Brothel-Houses, where abominable Sodomy and Adulteries are practised, but even thy very Nunneries are become Habitations of Whoredome and Filthiness, the bottoms of whose M [...]tes and Ponds, have shewed the Murders of new born Babes. Thou hast killed 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 [...]e [...]l Blood, thou hast chained to Stakes and burnt them. Thou hast ripped up Women with Child, and Ravisht Women and Maids—and then hast barbarously slain them—Thou hast been guilty of burying alive, Roasting upon Spits, scalding mith burning O [...]l and boiling Lead—Blowing their Heads in pieces with G [...] powder; thou hast made Women Widows, Children Fatherless; Houses and Villages Towns and Cities without Inhabitants. Thou hast [Page 115] destroyed by Fire and Sword and all manner of Hostilities and Outrages. Thou hast fomented Wars he [...]ixt Kingdoms and Nations. Thou hast done thy [...]ndeavour 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 Oppression, and standest in the way of its promised Deliverance and Restitution. And for all this Apostacy, Oppressions, Adul [...]eries, Fornications, Rebellions, Treasons and Blas [...]emies, with the guilt of a mighty Mass of Innocent blood, which bath 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 1200 Years be expired, (which is now very near) and then thou shalt be taken from off the Beast, where thou are imperiously mounted, thy Golden Cup (with which thou hast deceived the Nations) shall be taken out of thy hand, and by the Ha [...] of God, the Horns of the Nations, and Sword, of good Men, thou [...]hal [...] 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 Soveraign; At which all the Host of Saints and Angels, shall say Amen: Hallelujah.
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The Authors Request.
I
Some things, Great God, my Soul doth long to have,
Before these transient dayes of mine be o'er;
Which things in deep humility I crave,
Before I go from hence, and be no more.
Till my Requests I can of thee obtain,
I shall be fill'd with sorrow, grief, and pain.
II.
Alas my Griefs are now increased double!
O that thou would'st be pleas'd to hear O Lord!
Then should my Soul be freed from inward trouble!
If what I humbly ask thou would'st afford
Until thy Grace allows me my Request,
I cannot cease, nor give thee any rest.
III
'Tis not for fading Riche [...]r this World,
Nor empty Honour, [...]at to thee I cry;
[Page 117] Such with a puff are ost to nothing hurl'd,
They get them wings, and from possessors fly.
All sublunary things uncertain be;
I ask them not, some better things I see.
IV.
'Tis not for Pleasures that are transitory,
Which fill vain Fancies with a foolish Joy;
But for some Glimpses of Diviner Glory,
Which my transported Soul longs to enjoy.
Can Riches, Honours, fading Pleasures give
The things I want, whilst on the Earth I live?
V.
The things that I am longing to receive,
Most precious are; O let me humbly urge,
That thou thy presence unto me would'st give,
My heart from sin that thou wouldst also [...]
These are the things my never ceasing Cry
Petitions for; Lord grant them e'er I die.
VI.
Thy presence does more consolate my heart,
Then sweetest Honey, or the Honey-comb:
I will (with Mary) chuse the better part;
'Tis Sin my Soul would be deliver'd from;
Then I thy Name in Songs will magni [...]e,
And happy be, when e'er I come to die.
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VII.Let thy good Spirit be my blessed Guide,
And in thy House let me for ever dwell;
From Gospel-Truths O let me never slide,
Nor find my Conscience like another Hell:
And I thy Name for evermore shall praise
And happy be when I shall end my dayes.
VIII.
Lord whatsoever my Estate is here,
With sweet Submission let me be content,
When I'm most troubled, then be thou most neat,
And never from me thy dear self absent:
This will my prostrate Spirit highly raise,
And if I suffer, to thy Name be praise.
IX.
[...] me, I pray thee, that Celestial Skill,
My dayes to number, as thy Saints have done;
Let me still yield unto thy blessed Will,
And wait upon thee till my Glass be run:
So shall my raptur'd tongue thy praise proclaim
And sing Hosanna's to thy glorious Name.
X
O regulate my tongue, and make me see,
How few my days are, & how short their length,
Let all my tru [...] be still repos'd in thee;
Relax thy scourge, or add unto my strength;
[Page 119] Be thou my way, my strength, my light, that I
May learn to live, and in thy favour die.
XI.
When hungry, let thy Manna be my meat,
When circled in the dark, enlighten me;
When I am weary, O! be thou my Seat:
And when imprison'd do thou set me free:
So filld, enlightned, after sweet repose,
Enlarg'd from Bonds, I will thy praise disclose.
XII.
In time of wrath, when fury waxes great,
Be thou my Bulwark and securest Tower:
To thy transcending Name let me retreat,
And be defended by thy mighty Power.
Secure me till thy Vengeance is past over,
That I thy praises may to all discover.
XIII.
Let me with patience run that blessed Race,
And from my weights, which very sore have bin,
Be now set free, that with a swifter pace
I may the prize of lasting Glory win.
Be thou my Guide, do thou direct my path,
Lord give me patience, and with patience Faith.
XIV.
Thy Children are as (many) Members joyn'd
Which make one body, whose blest Head thou art,
[Page 120] O cause them with an undivided mind
And perfect Union, to have all one heart:
Then shall I hope to see a blest increase
Of Sion's Glory, and of Israel's Peace:
XV.
Thy Children have in many things provok'd
Thee, but in Mercy pass Offences by.
By Grace, O Lork, let Judgement be revok'd
That they may live thy Name to magnif [...]e;
And I thy goodness will proclaim to all,
And warning take, lest I my self do fall.
XVI.
Remember Sion in her aking grief,
She mourns, she weeps, and is in inward pain,
Do thou in mercy, send her such relief
That she (with cause) may never more complain;
Then (not till then) my sorrows will be over,
And I thy goodness will to all discover.
XVII.
O let thy Gospel through the Earth be spread!
Rome's black design, O let thy Grace prevent!
Permit not them to grow into a Head,
As they have purpos'd, with a full intent.
Then shall I (quickned by a holy Flame)
Ascribe the Glory to thy blessed Name.
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XVIII.I pray thee scatter our inraged Foes,
And baffle all who proudly have combin'd
Against thine Heritage, do thou expose
Them to be tost as Chaff before the Wind;
Preserve thy Flock from bloody Babels hand,
Establish Truth and Quiet in the Land.
XIX.
O God whose dreadful Judgements are severe.
And whose great Mercy's full of sweet compassion,
Destroy thy Churches Foes both far and near,
And grant to me the joy of thy Salvation;
Then will I spend the remnant of my dayes.
In Psalms of thanks to thee, and Hymns of praise.
XX.
Make hast to judge the Persecuting Whore,
Thy righteous Judgements quickly execute;
Let her so fall that she may rise no more.
O Lord be pleas'd to grant my earnest suit,
That I may see her fall before I die.
That I thy Name may therefore magnifie.
XXI.
O Lord, establish thine own interest,
And set thy Son upon his blessed Throne;
Destroy the Kingdom of the Scarlet Beast,
Let Christ his Foes to conquer now go on,
[Page 122] That on the top of Sion I may sing
Aloud, Hosanna to the Highest King.
XXII.
What thou, O Lord, hast to thy Sion told
Of Blessings that thou hast for her in store;
Them once fulfill'd, O let mine eyes behold,
And then let me go hence and be no more
In this disturbing World, but let me be
Translated to a blest Eternity.
XXIII.
In all the course of my short Pilgrimage,
Be thou my Load star, let my heedful Eye
Be fixt on the [...], that when I leave the Stage,
I may be fitted and prepar'd to die;
That when this transitory life is o'er,
With Angels I may sing for evermore.
XXIV.
Whate're of any Suit thou dost deny,
Grant me true Faith that I may still believe
That through Christs Ransom, when I come to die
A Glorious Crown from thee I shall receive,
O Lord of Hosts, vouchsafe me my request,
Let me enjoy but thee, and I will rest;
For having thee, all precious things I have,
And in the World there's nothing else I cr [...]s.
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An Alarm to the Wise and [...]olish Virgins.
I.
ALL you that fear the Lord give ear
to what I d [...] indite,
There is a cry, the Bridegroom's nigh,
'tis near the midst of Night.
II.
Rouse up, awake, your Lamps to take,
and longer do not slumber;
You must them trim, to rend on him
into the Wedding Chamber.
III.
You Virgins all, to you I call,
what Oil have you in store?
If you have none, you are undone,
then look to it therefore.
IV.
Watch then alway, Our Lord doth say,
none knows the day nor hour
Watch carefully, for you are nigh
the day of his great Power.
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V.With speed arise, lift up your Eyes,
the Day-Star doth appear,
Rise from your Bed, raise up your Head,
Redemption's very near.
VI.
Such as are wise, their time do prize,
preparing for their Lord,
To them he will his Word fulfil
and his sweet smiles afford.
VII.
But Fools do hast, their time to wast
In sleep and slothfulness;
Yet such presume, they shall assume
his Glory ne'r the less.
VIII.
But they indeed on fancys [...]eed,
'will come to such an Ebb,
That they shall see their hopes will be
like to the Spiders Web.
IX.
They still do keep themselves asleep,
and know not where they be,
Were they awake, how would they quake
their wosul State to see?
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X.You who remain so very vain,
and in a formal state,
And all the wh [...]le have got no Oil,
you'll mo [...] [...]en 'tis too late.
XI.
You who profess, and not possess
the Truth in Life and Power;
Your state is bad, and will be sad
before this day be o'er.
XII.
You have the Shell, but no Kernel,
the Chaff but not the Wheat
The Husks you take, and do for sake
your Souls most precious Meat.
XIII.
'Tis the last Day, O! therefore pray,
and faithful now abide
Unto the Lord with one accord,
and be on the Lambs side.
XIV.
Still have a care, and do not dare
In Babel [...]o remain;
For it you do, then must you know,
with her you shall be [...]in.
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XV.Come, hast away without delay,
with all speed and endeavour,
Her end is come, her fatal Doom,
therefore your Souls deliver.
XVI.
You now do hear, her Ruin's near,
your Sins therefore forsake,
And you'll prevent the punishment
of which she must partake.
XVII.
All her Pleasures and rich Treasures
hate as monstrous evil,
Gods Word doth shew, who love them do,
shall go unto the Devil.
XVIII.
You must remove, your dearest Love
from Earth, and things thereof;
For this hath bin a crying Sin,
now cast it therefore off.
XIX.
On things above, set all your love,
Affections and desire;
These things below, God will o'erthrow
with his consuming Fire.
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XX.Alas poor Souls! be not such Fools
to labour for the Wind,
The Wealth you heap, you shall not keep,
as you e're long will find.
XXI.
You must not rest on Self-Intrest,
but wholly for the Lord,
He'll else at last you surely blast,
according to his Word.
XXII.
There are some Men, cry loud, When, w [...],
Wilt thou in Glory come?
But few repent, or do relent,
and pray for his Kingdom.
XXIII.
But such shall see, with them 'twill be
as when one 'scapes a Bear,
Which being gone, Lyons come on,
which do in pieces tear.
XXV.
Subdue your Sin; for it hath been
your greatest Enemy:
If that does reign, you strive in vain,
you must it Cru [...]ifie.
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XXV. [...] Land, there's none shall stand
[...] happy, be indeed,
The [...] those whom God hath chose,
[...] on Christ Jesus feed.
XXVI.
[...] therefore cry continually
for Christ and precious Grace
[...] being blest, you all may rest
when you have run your race.
XXVII.
The great Bridegroom when he doth come,
will all such entertain,
And you shall then be happy Men,
and with him ever Reign.
XXVIII.
He'll place you high in Majesty,
your honour shall excel;
[...]d so I'll end, who am your Friend
and bid you all farewel.
FINIS.