403:01,000[' ]| 403:01,001[A ]| Nay, if our sins are grown so high of late, 403:01,002[A ]| That heaven no longer can adjourn our fate; 403:01,003[A ]| May't please some milder vengeance to devise, 403:01,004[A ]| Plague, fire, sword, dearth, or anything but this. 403:01,005[A ]| Let it rain scalding showers of brimstone down, 403:01,006[A ]| To burn us, as of old the lustful town: 403:01,007[A ]| Let a new deluge overwhelm again, 403:01,008[A ]| And drown at once our land, and lives, and sin. 403:01,009[A ]| Thus gladly we'll compound, all this we'll pay, 403:01,010[A ]| To have these worst of ills removed away. 403:01,011[A ]| Judgements of other kinds are often sent 403:01,012[A ]| In mercy only, not for punishment: 403:01,013[A ]| But where these light, they show a nation's fate 403:01,014[A ]| Is given up and passed for reprobate. 403:01,015[A ]| When God his stock of wrath on Egypt spent, 403:01,016[A ]| To make a stubborn land and king repent, 403:01,017[A ]| Sparing the rest, had he this one plague sent; 403:01,018[A ]| For this alone his people had been quit, 403:01,019[A ]| And Pharoah circumcised a proselyte. 403:01,020[A ]| Wonder no longer why no curse like these 403:01,021[A ]| Was known or suffered in the primitive days: 403:01,022[A ]| They never sinned enough to merit it, 403:01,023[A ]| 'Twas therefore what heaven's just power thought fit, 403:01,024[A ]| To scourge this latter and more sinful age 403:01,025[A ]| With all the dregs and squeezings of his rage. 403:01,026[A ]| Too dearly is proud Spain with England quit 403:01,027[A ]| For all her loss sustained in eighty-eight; 403:01,028[A ]| For all the ills our warlike virgin wrought, 403:01,029[A ]| Or Drake and Raleigh her great scourges brought. 403:01,030[A ]| Amply was she revenged in that one birth, 403:01,031[A ]| When hell for her the Biscayan plague brought forth; 403:01,032[A ]| Great counter-plague! in which unhappy we 403:01,033[A ]| Pay back her sufferings with full usury: 403:01,034[A ]| Than whom alone none ever was designed 403:01,035[A ]| T'entail a wider curse on human kind, 403:01,036[A ]| But he who first begot us, and first sinned. 403:01,037[A ]| Happy the world had been, and happy thou, 403:01,038[A ]| (Less damned at least, and less accursed than now) 403:01,039[A ]| If early with less guilt in war th'hadst dyed, 403:01,040[A ]| And from ensuing mischiefs mankind freed. 403:01,041[A ]| Or when thou viewedst the Holy Land and tomb, 403:01,042[A ]| Th'hadst suffered there thy brother traitor's doom. 403:01,043[A ]| Cursed be the womb that with the firebrand teemed, 403:01,044[A ]| Which ever since has the whole globe inflamed; 403:01,045[A ]| More cursed that ill-aimed shot, that basely missed 403:01,046[A ]| That maimed a limb, but spared thy hated breast, 403:01,047[A ]| And made th'at once a cripple and a priest. 403:01,048[A ]| But why this wish? The church if so might lack 403:01,049[A ]| Champions, good works, and saints for the almanac. 403:01,050[A ]| These are the Janizaries of the cause, 403:01,051[A ]| The lifeguard of the Roman sultan, chose 403:01,052[A ]| To break the force of Huguenots and foes. 403:01,053[A ]| The church's hawkers in divinity, 403:01,054[A ]| Who 'stead of lace and ribbons, doctrine cry: 403:01,055[A ]| Rome's strollers, who survey each continent, 403:01,056[A ]| Its trinkets and commodities to vent. 403:01,057[A ]| Export the Gospel like mere ware for sale, 403:01,058[A ]| And truck't for indigo and cochineal, 403:01,059[A ]| As the known factors here the brethren once 403:01,060[A ]| Swopped Christ about for bodkins, rings, and spoons. 403:01,061[A ]| And shall these great apostles be condemned, 403:01,062[A ]| And thus by scoffing heretics defamed? 403:01,063[A ]| They by whose means both Indies now enjoy 403:01,064[A ]| The two choice blessings pox and popery; 403:01,065[A ]| Which buried else in ignorance had been, 403:01,066[A ]| Nor known the worth of beads and Bellarmine. 403:01,067[A ]| It pitied holy mother church to see 403:01,068[A ]| A world so drowned in gross idolatry. 403:01,069[A ]| It grieved to see such goodly nations hold 403:01,070[A ]| Bad errors, and unpardonable gold. 403:01,071[A ]| Strange! what a godly zeal can coin infuse! 403:01,072[A ]| What charity pieces of eight produce! 403:01,073[A ]| So you were chose the fittest to reclaim 403:01,074[A ]| The pagan world, and give't a Christian name. 403:01,075[A ]| And great was the success; whole myriads stood 403:01,076[A ]| At font, and were baptised in their own blood. 403:01,077[A ]| Millions of souls were hurled from hence to burn 403:01,078[A ]| Before their time, be damned before their turn. 403:01,079[A ]| Yet these were in compassion sent to hell, 403:01,080[A ]| The rest reserved in spite, and worse to feel, 403:01,081[A ]| Compelled instead of fiends to worship you, 403:01,082[A ]| The more inhuman devils of the two. 403:01,083[A ]| Rare way and method of conversion this, 403:01,084[A ]| To make your votaries your sacrifice! 403:01,085[A ]| If to destroy be reformation thought, 403:01,086[A ]| A plague as well might the good work have wrought. 403:01,087[A ]| Now see we why your founder weary grown, 403:01,088[A ]| Would lay his former trade of killing down; 403:01,089[A ]| He found 'twas dull, he found a gown would be 403:01,090[A ]| A fitter case and badge of cruelty. 403:01,091[A ]| Each snivelling hero seas of blood can spill, 403:01,092[A ]| When wrongs provoke, and honour bids him kill. 403:01,093[A ]| Each tiny bully lives can freely bleed, 403:01,094[A ]| When pressed by wine or punk to knock o'th'head: 403:01,095[A ]| Give me your through-paced rogue, who scorns to be 403:01,096[A ]| Prompted by poor revenge or injury, 403:01,097[A ]| But does it of true inbred cruelty: 403:01,098[A ]| Your cool and sober murderer, who prays 403:01,099[A ]| And stabs at the same time, who one hand has 403:01,100[A ]| Stretched up to heaven, t'other to make the pass. 403:01,101[A ]| So the late saints of blessed memory, 403:01,102[A ]| Cut throats in godly pure sincerity: 403:01,103[A ]| So they with lifted hands and eyes devout 403:01,104[A ]| Said grace, and carved a slaughtered monarch out. 403:01,105[A ]| When the first traitor Cain (too good to be 403:01,106[A ]| Thought patron of this black fraternity) 403:01,107[A ]| His bloody tragedy of old designed, 403:01,108[A ]| One death alone quenched his revengeful mind, 403:01,109[A ]| Content with but a quarter of mankind: 403:01,110[A ]| Had he been Jesuit, had he but put on 403:01,111[A ]| Their savage cruelty, the rest had gone: 403:01,112[A ]| His hand had sent old Adam after too, 403:01,113[A ]| And forced the Godhead to create anew. 403:01,114[A ]| And yet 'twere well, were their foul guilt but thought 403:01,115[A ]| Bare sin: 'tis something even to own a fault. 403:01,116[A ]| But here the boldest flights of wickedness 403:01,117[A ]| Are stamped religion, and for current pass. 403:01,118[A ]| The blackest, ugliest, horridest, damnedest deed, 403:01,119[A ]| For which hell flames, the schools a title need, 403:01,120[A ]| If done for Holy Church is sanctified. 403:01,121[A ]| This consecrates the blessed work and tool, 403:01,122[A ]| Nor must we ever after think 'em foul. 403:01,123[A ]| To undo realms, kill parents, murder kings, 403:01,124[A ]| Are thus but petty trifles, venial things, 403:01,125[A ]| Not worth a confessor; nay heaven shall be 403:01,126[A ]| Itself invoked t'abet th'impiety. 403:01,127[A ]| "Grant, gracious Lord 403:01,127@w | (Some reverend villain prays) 403:01,128@w | "That this the bold assertor of our cause 403:01,129@w | "May with success accomplish that great end, 403:01,130@w | "For which he was by thee and us designed. 403:01,131@w | "Do thou t' his arm and sword thy strength impart, 403:01,132@w | "And guide 'em steady to the tyrant's heart. 403:01,133@w | "Grant him for every meritorious thrust 403:01,134@w | "Degrees of bliss above among the just; 403:01,135@w | "Where holy Garnet and Saint*Guy are placed, 403:01,136@w | "Whom works like this before have thither raised; 403:01,137@w | "Where they are interceding for us now; 403:01,138@w | "For sure they're there." 403:01,138[A ]| Yes questionless, and so 403:01,139[A ]| Good Nero is and Dioclesian too, 403:01,140[A ]| And that great ancient saint Herostratus, 403:01,141[A ]| And the late godly Martyr at Toulouse. 403:01,142[A ]| Dare something worthy Newgate and the Tower, 403:01,143[A ]| If you'll be canonized and heaven ensure. 403:01,144[A ]| Dull primitive fools of old! who would be good! 403:01,145[A ]| Who would by virtue reach the blessed abode! 403:01,146[A ]| Far other are the ways found out of late, 403:01,147[A ]| Which mortals to that happy place translate: 403:01,148[A ]| Rebellion, treason, murder, massacre, 403:01,149[A ]| The chief ingredients now of saintship are, 403:01,150[A ]| And Tyburn only stocks the calendar. 403:01,151[A ]| Unhappy Judas, whose ill fate or chance 403:01,152[A ]| Threw him upon gross times of ignorance; 403:01,153[A ]| Who knew not how to value or esteem 403:01,154[A ]| The worth and merit of a glorious crime! 403:01,155[A ]| Should his kind stars have let him acted now, 403:01,156[A ]| H'ad dyed absolved, and dyed a martyr too. 403:01,157[A ]| Hear'st thou, great God, such daring blasphemy, 403:01,158[A ]| And letst thy patient thunder still lie by? 403:01,159[A ]| Strike and avenge, lest impious atheists say, 403:01,160[A ]| Chance guides the world, and has usurped thy sway; 403:01,161[A ]| Lest these proud prosperous villains too confess, 403:01,162[A ]| Thou'rt senseless, as thy make thy images. 403:01,163[A ]| Thou just and sacred power! wilt thou admit 403:01,164[A ]| Such guests should in thy glorious presence sit? 403:01,165[A ]| If heaven can with such company dispense, 403:01,166[A ]| Well did the Indian pray, might he keep thence. 403:01,167[A ]| But this we only feign, all vain and false, 403:01,168[A ]| As their own legends, miracles, and tales; 403:01,169[A ]| Either the groundless calumnies of spite, 403:01,170[A ]| Or idle rants of poetry and wit. 403:01,171[A ]| We wish they were; but you hear Garnet cry, 403:01,172@w | "I did it, and would do't again; had I 403:01,173@w | "As much of blood, as many lives as Rome 403:01,174@w | "Has spilled in what the fools call martyrdom; 403:01,175@w | "As many souls as sins; I'd freely stake 403:01,176@w | "All them and more for Mother Church's sake. 403:01,177@w | "For that I'll stride o'er crowns, swim through a flood, 403:01,178@w | "Made up of slaughtered monarch's brains and blood. 403:01,179@w | "For that no lives of heretics I'll spare, 403:01,180@w | "But reap 'em down with less remorse and care 403:01,181@w | "Than Tarquin did the poppy-heads of old, 403:01,182@w | "Or we drop beads, by which our prayers are told. 403:01,183[A ]| Bravely resolved! and 'twas as bravely dared 403:01,184[A ]| But (lo!) the recompence and great reward, 403:01,185[A ]| The wight is to the almanac preferred. 403:01,186[A ]| Rare motives to be damned for holy cause, 403:01,187[A ]| A few red letters, and some painted straws. 403:01,188[A ]| Fools! who thus truck with hell by Mohatra 403:01,189[A ]| And play their souls against no stakes away. 403:01,190[A ]| 'Tis strange with what an holy impudence 403:01,191[A ]| The villain caught, his innocence maintains: 403:01,192[A ]| Denies with oaths the fact until it be 403:01,193[A ]| Less guilt to own it than the perjury: 403:01,194[A ]| By th' Mass and blessed sacraments he swears, 403:01,195[A ]| This Mary's milk, and t'other Mary's tears, 403:01,196[A ]| And the whole muster-roll in calendars. 403:01,197[A ]| Not yet swallow the falsehood? if all this 403:01,198[A ]| Won't gain a resty faith; he will on's knees 403:01,199[A ]| The evangelists and Lady's psalter kiss 403:01,200[A ]| To vouch the lie: nay more, to make it good 403:01,201[A ]| Mortgage his soul upon't, his heaven and God. 403:01,202[A ]| Damned faithless heretic, hard to convince, 403:01,203[A ]| Who trust no verdict, but dull obvious sense. 403:01,204[A ]| Unconscionable courts, who priests deny 403:01,205[A ]| Their benefit o'th' clergy, perjury. 403:01,206[A ]| Room for the martyred saints! behold they come! 403:01,207[A ]| With what a noble scorn they meet their doom! 403:01,208[A ]| Not knights o'th' post, nor often carted whores 403:01,209[A ]| Show more of impudence, or less remorse. 403:01,210[A ]| O glorious and heroic constancy! 403:01,211[A ]| That can forswear upon the cart, and die 403:01,212[A ]| With gasping souls expiring in a lie. 403:01,213[A ]| None but tame sheepish criminals repent, 403:01,214[A ]| Who fear that idle bugbear punishment: 403:01,215[A ]| Your gallant sinner scorns that cowardice, 403:01,216[A ]| The poor regret of having done amiss: 403:01,217[A ]| Brave he, to his first principles still true, 403:01,218[A ]| Can face damnation, sin with hell in view: 403:01,219[A ]| And bid it take the soul, he does bequeath 403:01,220[A ]| And blow it thither with his dying breath. 403:01,221[A ]| Dare such as these profess religion's name? 403:01,222[A ]| Who, should they own't, and be believed, would shame 403:01,223[A ]| Its practice out o'th' World, would atheists make 403:01,224[A ]| Firm in their creed, and vouch it at the stake? 403:01,225[A ]| Is heaven for such, whose deeds make hell too good 403:01,226[A ]| Too mild a penance for their cursed brood? 403:01,227[A ]| For whose unheard-of crimes and damned sake 403:01,228[A ]| Fate must below new sorts of torture make, 403:01,229[A ]| Since, when of old it framed that place of doom, 403:01,230[A ]| 'Twas thought no guilt like this could thither come. 403:01,231[A ]| Base recreant souls! would you have kings trust you? 403:01,232[A ]| Who never yet kept your allegiance true 403:01,233[A ]| To any but hell's prince? who with more ease 403:01,234[A ]| Can swallow down most solemn perjuries 403:01,235[A ]| Than a town bully common oaths, and lies? 403:01,236[A ]| Are the French Harrys' fates so soon forgot? 403:01,237[A ]| Our last blessed Tudor? or the Powder Plot? 403:01,238[A ]| And those fine streamers that adorned so long 403:01,239[A ]| The bridge and Westminster, and yet had hung, 403:01,240[A ]| Were they not stolen, and now for relics gone? 403:01,241[A ]| Think Tories loyal, or Scotch covenanters; 403:01,242[A ]| Robbed tigers gentle; courteous, fasting bears, 403:01,243[A ]| Atheists devout, and thrice-wrecked mariners: 403:01,244[A ]| Take goats for chaste, and cloistered Marmosites, 403:01,245[A ]| For plain and open two-edged parasites: 403:01,246[A ]| Believe bawds modest, and the shameless stews, 403:01,247[A ]| And binding drunkards' oaths, and strumpets' vows: 403:01,248[A ]| And when in time these contradictions meet, 403:01,249[A ]| Then hope to find 'em in a Loyolite; 403:01,250[A ]| To whom, though gasping, should I credit give, 403:01,251[A ]| I'd think 'twere Sin, and damned like unbelief. 403:01,252[A ]| Oh for the Swedish law enacted here! 403:01,253[A ]| No scarecrow frightens like a priest-gelder: 403:01,254[A ]| Hunt them, as beavers are, force them to buy 403:01,255[A ]| Their lives with ransom of their lechery: 403:01,256[A ]| Or let that wholesome statute be revived, 403:01,257[A ]| Which England heretofore from wolves relieved: 403:01,258[A ]| Tax every shire instead of them to bring 403:01,259[A ]| Each year a certain tale of Jesuits in: 403:01,260[A ]| And let their mangled quarters hang the isle 403:01,261[A ]| To scare all future vermin from the soil. 403:01,262[A ]| Monsters avaunt! may some kind whirlwind sweep 403:01,263[A ]| Our land and drown these locusts in the deep: 403:01,264[A ]| Hence ye loathed objects of our scorn and hate, 403:01,265[A ]| With all the curses of an injured state: 403:01,266[A ]| Go foul impostors, to some duller soil, 403:01,267[A ]| Some easier nation with your cheats beguile: 403:01,268[A ]| Where your gross common gulleries may pass, 403:01,269[A ]| To slur and top on bubbled consciences: 403:01,270[A ]| Where ignorance and th'Inquisition rules, 403:01,271[A ]| Where the vile herd of poor implicit fools 403:01,272[A ]| Are damned contentedly, where they are led 403:01,273[A ]| Blindfold to hell, and thank and pay their guide. 403:01,274[A ]| Go where all your black tribe, before are gone, 403:01,275[A ]| Follow Chastel, Ravillac, Clement down, 403:01,276[A ]| Your Catesby, Fawkes, and Garnet, thousands more, 403:01,277[A ]| And those, who hence have lately raised the score. 403:01,278[A ]| Where the grand traitor now and all the crew 403:01,279[A ]| Of his disciples must receive their due: 403:01,280[A ]| Where flames and tortures of eternal date 403:01,281[A ]| Must punish you, yet ne'er can expiate: 403:01,282[A ]| Learn duller fiends your unknown cruelties, 403:01,283[A ]| Such as no wit, but yours could e'er devise, 403:01,284[A ]| No guilt but yours deserve; make hell confess 403:01,285[A ]| Itself outdone, its devils damned for less.