HERE IS
Incouragement to Loyalty.
And gives Advice to those that loyal are,
That they for Countrys good should nothing spare;
Nothing can be too much for you to do,
To serve your King, preserve your Countrey too.
To the Tune of, Let Coesar Live long.
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YOu Traytors be gone, for the Plot you thought on,
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apparently now is Detected;
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You'd gone a great way, and some People do say,
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you were by the Devil directed:
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For Men and their Wives, should have lost all their Lives,
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with their Babes and Relations also;
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You by Heaven were stopt, and the Blossoms were Crop'd,
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before that the Flower could blow:
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Give Princes their due, give Princes their due,
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All you that are Protestants loyal and true;
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He's deceiv'd of his Hope, who expected a Pope,
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Let him flye, let him flye, his Confederates too.
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What the Devil contrives, long seldom survives,
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and our God who for ever is blest,
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To make it appear, he loves the King dear,
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would not have his Subjects opprest:
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If in his Dominion, we'd but one Opinion,
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Oh happy for England 'twould be:
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But so much Division, doth cause a Derision,
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and the Papists Rejoyce for to see.
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Give Princes their due, etc.
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But that which is worst, and here is Traytors accurst,
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who'd their Prince and their Country betray;
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And for their Reward, they should have a strong Cord,
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from Mass it would keep them away:
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That our Monarch he might, in his Subjects Delight,
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not fearing their Assassination:
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But when 'twill be so, I do not well know,
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such Plotters there are in this Nation:
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Give Princes their due, give Princes their due,
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All you that are Protestants loyal and true;
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He's deceiv'd of his Hope etc.
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IF any do come, to Betray us from Rome,
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and doth bring by his Holiness order,
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A Bull to Dispence, with each Traytors Offence,
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Squire Ketch he shall be their Rewarder:
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Though they Fire us by stealth, and do covet our Wealth,
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to inrich the old Whore of Babel;
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With Unanimous minds, we'l oppose their Designs,
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and send them short home if we're able.
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Give Princes their due, etc.
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In the Snare they have lay'd, let themselves be Betray'd,
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since Slaughter for us they intended;
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If us they had ta'ne, we had surely been Slain,
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and why should they then be befriended:
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But Protestants they, shew more in a Day,
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of Pitty and Christian Compassion,
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Then they in a Year, it doth plainly appear,
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it is not his Holiness's Fashion.
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Give Princes their due, etc.
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Those that are confin'd, were strangely unkind,
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that Popery sought here to bring;
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If the Government turn, some surely will Burn,
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then pray for the Life of the King:
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For Life's but a Bubble, and meeteth with Trouble,
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and Chiefly when Power's Subverted;
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Yea Fire doth affright, Professors to Flight,
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and Religion is meerly deserted.
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Give Princes their due, etc.
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But if our English-men, were as Loyal as when
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the Spaniards Design'd an Invasion;
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We need not to fear, they would ever come here,
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though the Pope us'd the Art of Perswasion:
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For Providence then, so disperst them agen,
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and the Pray'rs of the Queen did prevail:
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They straight were Confounded, and some of them Drowned,
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yea, we Routed them every Sail:
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Give Princes their due, etc.
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The same God have we, and if he doth see,
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uprightly before him we live;
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He will keep us from Harm, by his Powerful Arm,
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to our Foes he no power will give:
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In him let us trust, and be loyal and just,
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and Defend our King with our Blood:
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And think nothing too dear, that we enjoy here,
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to Ingage for our Countreys good:
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Give Princes their due, give Princes their due,
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All you that are Protestants loyal and true;
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He's deceiv'd of his Hope, who expected a Pope,
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Let him flye, let him flye, his Confederates too.
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