A cordial for England, or a character of true Britains [t]ogether with a narrative and recital of all Popish plots in England since the days of Queen Elizabeth. And a prophesie of Romes downfal, by a Loyal Britain. Loyal Britain. 1678 Approx. 10 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2009-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A80568 Wing C6284A ESTC R229632 99899297 99899297 152920 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Popish Plot, 1678 -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides 2007-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-10 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-08 Olivia Bottum Sampled and proofread 2008-08 Olivia Bottum Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A CORDIAL FOR ENGLAND , OR A CHARACTER OF TRUE BRITAINS : Together with a Narrative and Recital of all POPISH PLOTS in ENGLAND since the Days of QUEEN ELIZABETH . And a PROPHESIE of ROMES DOWNFAL , by a Loyal Britain . Nemo sibi nascitur . WE love our Mony , and we love our Blood , We value neither for our Countrys good ; Mars and Apollo both conjoyn'd in one ▪ Will say an Ajax and a Hector strong . In time of Peace we 'll fight by Englands Law , And when in Field , we 'll fill their hearts with aw That dare oppose us with an open face , They 're all dead men unless they quit the place : We 'll neither quarrel , duel , swagger , swear , We will be patient , for we Britains are ; We will be Lambs in time of publick Peace , And when in Field , we 'll Lions rage increase : When as we come to hewing , hacking work We 'll neither fear the French , the Pope nor Turk , Nor any other Instruments of Hell , That would contrive our Land and Laws to sell . Base Pensioners they are , who under ground Combine to smite us by a dang'rous wound . The Head is very sick , our Body too Is in an inward Hecktick ; what shall 's do ? Let 's call a good Physician speedily ; He 's able , upright , and he 'll seek no Fee ; To save his Patients Life is his desire , And for his pains he will not much require : And rather then the Patients Life should go , He 'll buy the Cordial , he 's a friend , not foe : Then call him quickly , call him ; come , I pray , I fear me much I 'm near a Critick day . There 's many Symptoms , and there 's Omens too , Of a most sad Distemper that doth grow : T is ready for to seize the Vital Seat ; When once it seizes , then it is too late . Oh Englands Clergy ! look about you now , You are the men that have great work to do : T is not your work you do , fat Flocks to fleece ; When once the Fox gets in beware the Geece . And we for our parts , that Souldiers are , Will of our Work and Duty have a care . And tho the FLOWER o' th Flock is gone away , Yet men remain that can fight in array . And God Almighty bless us , blast our Foes , And give Success and victory over those That do combine and plot to take away Our sacred Soveraigns Life without delay , And Protestant Religion desire Quite to extirpate and raze out by fire ; And great Dissentions which they daily raise Within the Church of England , seeking praise , They 'l plot in England in the open Sun , And Massacres in Ireland they have done : They thirst for Blood , and long to see one night Of stabbing Skean-work English to affright . Revive , Oh England ! cheer thy heart agen . Thy old Commander marches in the vann , And he can quickly put thy foes in fear , When once he bringeth up his Knocking rear : And though at present , we , in forlorn hope , Shall see a day of terror to the Pope . And to all those that plot , combine , and lye In wait for Blood , to spill it secretly . Oh God of England rise , awake agen , In days of old we have thee glorious seen . In Eighty eight they did invade our Land , The Spanish Ships Armadoes did Command ; They came on boldly to the very Coast , And in a full career they hop'd for roast : But God Almighty put them all in fear , And with his Fire-ships did scatter vann and rear : He rais'd up brave Conductors , Englishmen , That made the Spaniards homewards go agen ; All this was done in Queen Elizabeths days , To God Almighty England give the praise . And in King James's time did they contrive To blow up mortal men while yet alive ; But Heaven forbad the Stroak , and turn'd the blow Unto their final fatal overthrow . And in the time of Charles the First our King Mighty combustions on the Land did bring ; They stirr'd up Fathers wrath against the Son , And almost was the Nation quite undone By Civil Wars , which they fomented so , As laid poor England all in blood and wo , And sent our Gracious Prince , of blessed memory , By fatal blow into eternity . When this was done Prince Charles , our present King , They sent into Exile , ah cursed thing ! But God was good , and brought him back again ; And now the Crown doth on his Head remain : This was not all enough , but into Court These Monsters creep agen to make some sport . And while this Toad in Bosom warm doth lye , It soon begins to plot conspiracy . So deep their Plot was laid , so under ground , So dark , so hellish was th' intended wound , By Poyson , Pistol , and by Silver slug : But Heaven defeated this their fatal Drug ; And while the Horse was eating a few OATS His griping belly filled was with Bots ; And thus the Plot came out ; and truth it was , Though now there is no Plot : so let it pass ; 'T is no great matter , Jesuits and Priests May sit on rotten Eggs ; Curst be their Nests : And tho the House of Lords and Commons have Voted a hellish Plot ; yet still they wave The Name of Plot ; it is a cursed thing ; But had almost to ruine brought our King. All this is nothing , there is yet no fault , T is not so bad to steal as to be caught : And though the Fact be plainly prov'd on Tryal , Their Faces can persist in bold denyal . What can his Holiness and Rome devise , Such cursed things as Plots , all are but Lies ; And we poor Martyrs dye expos'd to scorn , Yet are as innocent as th' child unborn , Alas poor men ! they 're gone , much wrong they had Coleman and Plunket , many more as bad : But silence now ! they 're dead ; silence , I pray , They 'll never plot agen , I 'll boldly say ; Yet nevertheless , if Pluto could but grant These Martyrs leave , they 'd play another prank ; They'd find a Sham-Plot , if it could be found , That should lay England level with the ground : And though they dye , they are resolv'd , like men , To wish success unto the Plot agen : They dye in Faith , that Wasps are yet behind . That will the self same Plot and Project mind . And this is comfort to their wicked brest , They sent poor Godfrey before them to rest . The King and Kingdoms Martyr sure was he ; England he sav'd alive , although he be Now dead , yet still he lives , and speaketh still , Avenge my Blood on them that did it spill . Alas ! what mean you ? Do not charge men so ▪ It was not they , but his own Sword did do The Execution ; upon Primrose-hill After he strangled was , they prove it will And will you not believe it , Hereticks And Infidels , you 're men out of your wits . Now England judge , I pray you , men most wise , Come near , and view the Cradle-babe that cries , His Name is Plot , compare well , and see Which is his Father , Pope or Presbytry : The former hath his limbs , his hands , his face ; Yet must the latter bear the Brats Disgrace : 'T is no new thing indeed ; for every Whore Will lay her Bastard at anothers door ; But Lord have mercy on us ; must not we That guiltless are deny this Bastardye : No , no , the Whorish womans Word is very great , And 't is enough ; she says you did the feat : But Heavens forbid that Protestants should be Abused by a Whore that 's all pocky . And send our King a Solomons heart , to make A Judgment just , who shall this Bastard take : And make her an example to all Whores , Who lay their Bastards daily at mens Doors . Lord God Almighty wake , arise , I pray , And send to dawn that clear Sun shining day , When Kings and Kingdoms all shall joyntly hate The Scarlet Whore , and bring upon her pate The Vengeance written long ago , foretold And prophesied in former days of old : And when this Work is done , Lord take the praise , And to thy self a Generation raise , To serve thee in a glorious Gospel-day . When all the world shall walk in one good way . And though I dye and never live to see . Let God fulfil this ancient Prophesie . My Countrys Friend Jacob Sontley .