Epipapresbyter, Grand-Child
TO
SMECTYMNUUS.
OR,
The Worlds HUY and CRY,
After
TITUS OATES.
Ordain'd Doctor of DEVILITY, at SALAMANCA.
Dr. Turn-coat Incubus. Tymist. Unthankful Seducing Old Serpent. Arrogant Traytour. Enchanting Sorcerer.:
The Devil of Sham PLOTS.
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COme hark and hear and draw me nigh,
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Good People all that pass me by:
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Give Audience, and slight me not,
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And give your Ears an Antidote:
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Of late the whole Worlds great Trapan,
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That's half a Hog and half a Man
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Hath run; none knows from whence nor whether,
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But all affirm that he came hither.
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A Linsy Wolfy Emp'rick Doctor,
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A Spiritual Hocus Pocus Proctor;
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Who did ('gainst Natures Civil Laws)
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Betray himself and Romish Cause:
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And (tho the Lady kiss'd and dandl'd
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Him on her Knee, and softly handl'd)
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He did her slight and vilify,
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When he had almost suck'd her Drie.
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He forg'd he urg'd a thing (God wot)
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Call'd Bloody Babels Popish PLO
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And when he could it Build no more,
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He kick'd the Castle, and threw it o'r.
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He's all Religions, yet none True;
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He Jack of all Trades doth outdoe;
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An oaten, whiten, know not what,
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Pretended Christian, Apostat:
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No Papist, for he hath no Merit;
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No Quaker, for he hath no Spirit:
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No Protestant, for want of Grace;
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Proteus Lodges in his Face:
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He is no Turk, for (like a Swine)
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He wallows in a Tub of Wine.
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The Devils he doth most resemble,
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Because he needs must fear and Tremble.
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He Mumps to gain his daily Bread;
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And he doth wear upon his Head
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Both Cowl and Presbiterian Callet;
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He bears a Knapsack Bag and Wallet:
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He Bauls, he Barks, he Roars, he Grins,
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He Swears, he Lies he pardons Sins.
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The Race of Mankind he Abuseth,
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And all his Brethren he Accuseth.
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He that doth meet him (with a Cane)
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May thresh him till he Stink again.
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This Tymist Turncoat of our Age,
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Would be a Show, if put in Cage;
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For he is elivate (preserve us)
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Above the Sphere of Hirco-cervus:
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And all the World desire to see
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What Human Monster can he be,
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Who did set Daughter against the Mother,
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The Father against both Son and Brother;
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And (from the King to Countrey Clown)
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Hath turn'd the Nation up-side-down.
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He so bewitch'd the London Pedlers,
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The Coblers, Tinkers, and the Sadlers,
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That they (for snuffing up the Air)
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Might with th' Ephesians well compare;
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For Rag, and Tag, and Bob-tail, all
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The Ribble Rabble what ye call
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Did Mold an Image Rood like Ape,
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They call'd the Romish Papish Pape,
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And in a fury past its Doom,
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As it had been the Pope of Rome:
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And then (to satiate their Desire)
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They Burn'd the Heritick in Fire.
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Had he prov'd True to any one,
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His Knavery might have been unknown;
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But Justice did most wisely Reckon
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To fix this Rascal for a Beacon;
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That all self-Interest Rogues may see
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The end of Treacherous Loyalty;
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To be an Hissing to the Nation,
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And an abhorring Detestation.
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For Sense and Reason both controles
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To mend a Breach by making Holes:
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He's Traitour that betray's by Lies
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A PLOT; to raise Conspiracies.
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He needs must be a Tinker's Brother,
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Who mends one hole, and makes another.
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He Conjurs, (tho I blush to tell it,
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How he did use poor Doctor Ell'ot)
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For with a Wind-bal mouth Granado
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He turn'd him Turkish Runagado,
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Swore seriously, (not in Derision)
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That he was of the Circumcision;
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And (for a Witness) did detect
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His Cod-peice to Condemn his Neck
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He was half Hang'd, but not Defacto,
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Condemn'd but in signato Actu:
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But 'ere he swang the Soveraing Tree,
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A Demonstration made him free.
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This Brutish Man, or Homo-hog
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Was Musty once to Haman-gog;
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Yet all his antick Tricks and Trade
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Could hardly gain his daily Bread;
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Therefore he (in a Hocus Prank)
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Did turn a Spiritual Mountebank;
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And (like a cunning Fox) crept in
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Amongst the Romish Men of Sin,
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Pretending that himself was nigh
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Religious sick, in Piety.
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With them he lived, fed-ox well,
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Till Wanton Flesh began to swell;
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And then his Brains began to breed
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A Poyson'd Spider Homicide,
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And Treason-big began to cry
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A PLOT or damn'd Conspiracy:
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And chose poor Babels Whore, that she
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Might Midwife to the Monster be.
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Now when it was brought to the Light,
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It seem'd a Screech-Owl of the Night;
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But when he saw its Cloven Feet,
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He swore it was a Jesuite.
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And threw the Brat down at his Door
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That's call'd the Husband of the Whore:
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Then all the Noise that fill'd our Streets
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Was Papishes and Jesuites;
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The brand of Papist was enough
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To interchange an English Cuff;
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But Jesuite was cause indeed
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Enough to knock one in the Head.
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The Huy and Cry was Fifty pound
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To Catch where any could be found;
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And Vulgar (that unruly Beast)
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Did Law and Reason so Arrest,
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That Bed-rid Justice seem'd to die,
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And Order turn to Anarchy.
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