ENGLANDS Remembrancer,
For the Late Discovery of the Horrid PLO
Found in a Meal Tub, by Sir William Waller One of his Majesties Justices of Peace for Middlesex.
The Design of the Papists in this PLOT was, to put it off themselves, and lay it upon the Presbyterians: making them the Designers of
the Change of Government, and the Murderers of his Majesty, etc.
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EXperience shews whilst Godfrey lived here,
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No formidable PLOT durst ere appear,
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But what was queld as soon as well begun,
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And made apparent unto every one,
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In such clear Demonstration, that tis plain
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He was the Coach-man to great Charles his Wain.
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And safely did secure from Popish Plots
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All poor distressed threatned Hugonots:
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Since whose inhumane Murder, Our great God
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Hath raisd our Foes, full, as severe a Rod;
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A man whose sharp prodigous piercing Eye,
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Can plainly see their utmost Treachery.
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And knows full well with such great Knaves to deal,
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Witness the Papers found in Tubs of Meal.
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That Roman scarlet Whore, he now will maul her,
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This we expect from good Sr William Waller.
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A PLOT contrivd gainst Presbyterian Blood,
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Whose Innocence the World hath understood.
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A PLOT forgd by the chief of this great CITY!
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And no man Punishd, it is great Pity!
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A PLOT contrivd and no man knows yet what,
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This is a Romish Devil of a PLOT.
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But thanks to GOD, o KING, and Wallers care,
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Their hidden Engines now discovered are,
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For what they on this City would have layd,
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Is by his Circumspection betrayed;
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GODS Providence, and Wallers studious care
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Hath laid the Bottom of their Secrets bare:
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And shews their Plots of so deformd a hew,
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As none dare own, but the bold Roman Crew.
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Who neither fear their GOD, Honour their KING,
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Their Romish Principles teach no such thing,
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Slaughter and Murder are the only Books,
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In which each Romanist devoutly looks,
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And nothing is by them more understood
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Than shedding Protestant (though Princely) Blood.
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Though thanks to God their Devilish Romish Sport
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Hath not as yet prevaild upon the Court:
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All Sovereign Princes are en Sacred things,
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Tis Dangrous medling with the Thrones of Kings.
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And we still hope, whilst Waller lives we may
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Find out those Drifts designed to betray
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Both KING and Kingdom, I, and Nation too,
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At one Blood-thirsty and revengeful Blow.
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And not inferior is great LONDONS Mayer,
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Who to detect the same took no less Care,
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When once the Curst Discovery began,
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And his great Wisdom did each Matter scan,
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Nothing like this er reachd the Heart of Man.
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It did appear so foul, none present knew
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How to believe the things, there sworn were true;
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Until their Dangerfield declared, He
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Would make appear what he did Certify.
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All that remains is only fervent Prayr
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For his Majesties prosperous well-fare,
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Sir William Waller, and our good Lord Mayer.
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We praise our God, though Papists did design
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On Protestants to cast this Dismal Crime.
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So good hath our GOD been, to turn the Story
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To their great Infamy and his great Glory.
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Let therefore ENGLAND now once more rebound
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With joyful Ecchos that may tear the Ground,
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In Memory of his Great Mercy shown,
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Than which, a greater scarce was ever known.
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Cease then ye bloody minded Papists, cease,
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Your only way will be to live in Peace:
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Accept the Mercies of our Gracious KING,
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Lest you do go to Heaven in a String:
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Then twill be late Repentance, now you may
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Have Mercy offerd while its calld today.
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If this fair Proffer you reject, tis just
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Ketch should conclude your Lives, and so he must.
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