A Congratulation on the Happy Discovery of the Hellish Fanatick Plot.
To the Tune of, Now, now the Fight's done.
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1.
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COme now let's Rejoyce,
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And the City Bells ring,
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And the Bonefires kindle,
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Whilst unto the KING
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We pay on our Knees
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The grand Tribute that's due,
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Of Thanks and Oblations,
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Which now we renew,
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For Mercies that we
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Have received of late,
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From Prudence and Justice
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Diverting our Fate.
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2.
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The Curtain is drawn,
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And the Clouds are dispers'd;
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The PLOT's come to light,
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That in darkness did Nest:
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Jack Calvins display'd
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With his Colours in Grain,
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And who were the Traytors
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And Villains 'tis plain:
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The Traps that they laid,
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And the Snares that they set,
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Have caught them at last
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In their own silly Net:
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3.
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The Foreman himself,
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That Off-spring of Hell,
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In whose wicked Breast
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All Treason doth dwell,
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To the Tower is sent,
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With his Triple Name,
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Whilst the Triple-Tree groans
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For his Carcass again,
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And many Rogues more
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Their Leader will follow
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Unto the same Place,
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Whilst we whoop and Hollow.
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4.
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The Libelling Tribe
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Who so long have Reign'd,
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And sowed Sedition,
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Shall now be Arraign'd;
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Their Shams and their Lies
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Shall do them no good,
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When they come to the Tree,
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There's no Shamming that Wood:
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Janeway and Curtis
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In the Forlorn Hope,
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Then Vile, Smith and Care
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Shall Neck the next Rope.
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5.
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So, so, let them dye
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That would Monarchs destroy,
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And spit all their Venom
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Our Land to annoy:
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If that their Pow'r were
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To their Malice equal,
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And their Courage the same,
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They'd soon ruin all;
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But their Courage is low,
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And their Power but small;
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Their Treason is High,
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And must have a Fall.
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6.
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When Trojans of Old
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(Our Ancestors) were
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In danger of Shipwrack,
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And toss'd here and there;
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Great Neptune soon quell'd
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Those Rebels and Storms,
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With brandished Trident,
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And free'd them from harms;
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They fled from his Face,
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Through the guilt of their Cause,
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As these from our Lion,
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If he stretch out his Paws.
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7.
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Go Devils, be gone
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To the Region below,
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Here's no bus'ness of yours,
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Or ought left to do:
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No Tempter we need,
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We can act all our selves,
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Without any help
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From you silly Elves;
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For what Presbyter Acts,
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He thinks a disgrace
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All Hell should out-doe him,
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Or dare shew their Face.
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8.
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For produce all the Ill
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That Hell ever hatch'd,
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'Tis nothing at all,
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When it comer to be match'd
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With what has been Plotted
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By Traytors of late,
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Who aim'd at the Ruine
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Of Church, and of State:
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By Perjury, Bribes,
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By suborning all Evil,
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By Murther, and worse
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Than e're came from th' Devil.
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9.
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Now Presbyter come
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And submit thy stiff Neck,
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Thou labour'st in vain
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Our great Monarch to check;
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Whose Power Divine
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No Mortals controul,
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But hazard the loss
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Of both Body and Soul:
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Then banish for ever
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Your Commonwealth hope,
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Which tends to destruction,
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And ends with A ROPE.
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EPILOGUE
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With Wine of all sorts
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Let the Conduits run free,
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And each true heart drink
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The KING's Health on his Knee,
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No Treason shall lodge
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In our Breasts while we live,
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To God, and to Caesar
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Their Due we will give;
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We'l pray with our Hearts,
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And fight with our Hands,
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Against all Fanaticks,
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When Great CHARLES Commands.
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