ENGLANDS OBLIGATIONS
To Captain WILLIAM BEDLOE, the grand Discoverer of this most Horrid PLOT.
Part I. The second Impression. In which are added EMBLEMS of his Loyalty and the Jesuits Treachery and Cruelty.
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THE World is all on (a) Fire in JESUS Name,
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By quick nosd b) Jesuits, who hunt for Game:
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Whose hidden subtle Souls in Malice burn,
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To ruin mighty Nations, and to turn
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Their (a) Cities into Ashes, cut the Strings
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Of all Societies, to murder (c) Kings
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And Kingdoms at one blow: O Wicked Seed!
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[S]uch Monsters Affrick never yet did breed;
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[?] Tyger on the Tyger will not prey,
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[?]t these (b) Religious ones have found the way
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To feed on their own kind, with a new Trick,
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To rid the World of every Heretick:
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For so these (b) Mountebanks do stile all those
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Who, hunting counter to their Chace, Oppose
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[T]heir tall Ambition) they slaughter all
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[W]ho to these (b) mighty Monarchs will not fall.
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[?]t now, Brave BEDLOE! how had I forgot
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[T]hy Name? a grand Discoverer of their (e) PLO
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[A]n Instrument in great JEHOVAS Hand,
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[T]o save the King, and his Besieged Land:
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[H]ad not this (d) Providence dropt on our Shore,
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[M]agna Britania, now, had been no more;
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[O]ur Throats had all been cut, we clearly see,
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[?] Gold or Silver could have tempted thee:
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Full (g) Sixty Thousand Guinneys proferd were,
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[?] thou wouldst fly from hence, and not appear
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[T]o vindicate a CAUSE so Nobly Good,
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[A]nd save three Kingdoms from a Sea of Blood:
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[?] (h) Ship, to boot, was profferd to thy hand,
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[T]o carry thee to the securest Land.
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[?]ave (i) GODFREYs pale Ghost yet doth cry aloud,
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[?]ng CHARLES designd for Slaughter in the Croud:
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[?]ur (a) Noblest Cities into Ashes burnd,
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[T]hree Wealthy Nations topsy-turvy turnd:
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[?]he (k) Inhabitants all marching out of doors,
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[?]anted by People (l) worse than Turks or Moors:
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[E]ngland no longer England, now, but ah!
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[?]ild by a new Name, Terra Incognita.
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[?]s once the Britains, which we Welch men call,
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Were by the Saxons turnd out of all;
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[?] Lamentable Story which may grieve us,
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When theres no Wales nor Cornwal to relieve us,
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We had been th Hunters Prey, the Worlds laughter,
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[H]ad not brave BEDLOE savd us from th slaughter:
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Five years (m) thou wert their Slave to set us free,
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To sound the Depth of all their Policy;
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They (n) Mine, and thou didst (o) counter-Mine as fast,
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To blow them and their (e) PLOTS up at one Blast:
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Like a Physician, that is always sure,
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Thou didst not use thy Remedies for Cure,
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Till the Disease grew ripe, then from thy skonce,
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They and their Fireworks were blown up at once:
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A Pill so bitter to the Vulgar sight,
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The (d) Plotters and their Plots were brought to Light,
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Forcd and compelld by thy ingenious Art,
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To Vomit up the Poyson of their Heart.
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And had not (f) Providence thus stoppd the Flood,
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ENGLAND had swum in her own Scarlet Blood.
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Accursed (m) Cain, why dost thou wear, alack!
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Thy Brother Abels Garment on thy back?
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We find thee, when that we have measurd right,
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To be a (p) Judas not a JESUite.
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The Name without the Nature is a Gull,
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Be like our JESUS he was Merciful:
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His Love appears how much he did esteem us,
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He killd none, was killed to Redeem us:
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Being impt with Cherubim and Angels Wing,
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Woud he have killed a (i) Godfrey or a (c) King?
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But there be some woud have it now forgot,
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There was a (i) Godfrey killd; or any PLO
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So impudent in Lies with perjurd Breath,
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They do deny the (e) PLOT, and (i) Godfreys Death.
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Let France and Savoy Curse the (b) Jesuits train,
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Three hundred thousand were in Ireland slain.
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All Bonds of sacred Friendship youl unty,
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Oath of Allegiance and Supremacy.
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As those of Old, which we may still remember,
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Woud Cancel clean the fifth day of November.
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Into our Calendar, let us advance,
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The Murder of brave Henry King of France. H[?]
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Yo take, untake, neither God nor Man you fear,
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What you have Sworn, the next hour youl Unswear
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Unto the TEST, with double mind you stand,
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You have a (b) Pardon ready to your hand.
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These are (b) the Men, brave BEDLOE! who unjust,
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Woud trample down thy Honour in the Dust;
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That by their Hocus Pocus Tricks, in fine,
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Thy Testimony they may undermine,
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When did the Apostles teach; pray Read their Story.
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That (b) killing Kings was the next way to Glory:
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(r) David, the next Successor was appointed,
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Durst not lay hands on (s) Saul, the Lords Anointed:
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But you, what in the World was never known,
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Have framed a New Gospel of your own.
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And being mounted on Ambitions Wings,
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Woud fly aloft to Heaven by (b) killing Kings:
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And had not BEDLOWs hand came to deliver,
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Our Noble Prince had falln asleep for ever.
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What Blessed hand directed thee to pry
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Into the Jesuits subtle Policy?
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Let Wisdom that did set thee in the Path,
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Limit our Foes, and Bind their Boundless Wrath.
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I wish that their Repentance truly may,
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Answer the Mischief of this fatal day.
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May they that unadvisedly did climb,
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Be truly sorrowful for their foul Crime,
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Erect their humble Minds to Heavenly things,
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Dash all their future hopes of killing Kings:
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Lend them a melting Heart filld full of Terror,
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Open their Eyes that they may see their Error.
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Wisdom that tames the raging of the Seas.
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End all our Difference in love and Peace.
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