A Full Description of
The Manner of Executing the Sentence upon
Titus Oats FOR Perjury,
As it was Awarded at the Kings-Bench-Bar at Westminster, May the 16th. 1685. as follows. To be divested
of his Canonical Habit forever; to wear a Paper on his Fore-head, declaring his Horrid Perjuries; to stand
in the Pillory on Monday at Westminster-Hall-Gate; on Tuesday at the Royal-Exchange; on Wednesday to be
Whipt from Ald-gate to New-gate by the common Hang-man; on Fryday from New-gate to Tyburn; and
to stand in the Pillory also every 24th. of April at Tyburn; every 9th. of August at Westminster, 10th of Au-
gust at Charing Cross, 11th of August at Temple-Bar; and every 2d of September at the Royal-Exchange; being
Fined One Thousand Marks for each Perjury, and to suffer Imprisonment during Life.
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HEre Gentle Reader, thou mayst cast thy Eye,
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And see the Due Reward of Perjury.
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Perjury! of that black Dye, that dismal Hue,
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Which none but Oats, & his Infernal Crew
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Coud ere have Impudence enough to Frame,
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Three whole deluded Kingdoms to Inflame.
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The Bloud of Murderd Innocents to shed,
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And pull down Vengeance on his Guilty Head.
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A Viler Mass of Villanous Shams and Lyes,
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Imposture, Cheat, Delusion, Forgeries,
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Not all Hells Imps could ere together twist:
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Nor Blacker Lips the Holy BIBLE Kisst.
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Whole Deluges of Blood coud scarce asswage
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The Hunger of his All-Devouring Rage;
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So Keen his Spight, that nothing Great or Good
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From his Destroying Oaths protected stood;
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The shining Vertues of our Gracious KING
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Could not escape his Venoms poysond sting.
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The Perjurd Slave (void of all Grace and Shame)
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Durst even profane the Mighty YORKS bright Name.
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Great YORK, to his Eternal Glory due,
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Truest of Friends, and Faithfullst Brother too.
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Whom now Just Heaven t his Right-ful Diadem Brings
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The Best of Subjects Crownd the Best of KINGS:
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Nay, the Black Gaul of his polluted Tongue
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Durst even the Royal Spotless CATHERINE Wrong;
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The Sacred Partner of Great CHARLES his Bed;
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A purer Saint a Life on Earth nere lead,
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Since the Blest MARYES Glorious Race was run,
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The Maiden-Mother t an Immortal Son:
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Her to his Plott the Impious Slave durst bring,
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As Poysoner to her best Loved LORD, and KING.
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A Lye so Rank, so Execrably Base,
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Would raise a Blush even in an Aethiops Face.
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Yet this Bright Saint the Traytor durst bely,
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And never Tremble at the Blasphemy.
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But now his Damnd Designes are all Unhingd,
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And Guiltless Blood will be at last Revengd.
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And as a Pennance for his Crying Sin,
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His disrobed Gown, does the first Scene begin,
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Too long a cover to th foul Fiend within:
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Whilst ore his Brow, like Murdering Cains old Brand,
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In Capital Characters his Treasons stand,
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T Expose the Pest and Monster of the Land.
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Then to the Pillory his Front of Brass,
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And Face of Steel in solemn Tryumph pass.
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Exalted here to all the Gazing Crowd
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(No Shame too Publick, and no Scorn too Loud:)
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His advancd Head, and his noosd Neck we see;
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A Neck would even Disgrace the Tyburn Tree.
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Then up towards Paddington behold him Trot,
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His Shoulders laid as naked as his Plot.
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To the Carts-Tayl our little Titus Tyed,
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Whilst Brisk Jack-Ketch bescowers his Swearing Hyde;
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And the kind Lash does his Jirkt Bones Cajole,
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Not half so Tough as his more Hardend Soul.
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