Miracles upon Miracles:
OR,
Great News from the Kings-Bench Prison in Southwark,
Of a Monster called by the name of TITUS upon OATES.
Being a strange and wonderful Relation of Ten Miraculous Miracles,
lately made known; the like having not been heard of in many
Ages.
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NOW, now you that fancy all miracles ceas'd,
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I'll tell you a Tale of a late Popish Priest,
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Who has produc'd such a number, that he
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Must own they had Birth most miraculously.
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And never hereafter be hard of Belief,
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And thus I'll begin them, although I'll be brief;
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And when I my Task in this point do fulfil,
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They will be all Miracles say what you will.
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First, out of pure zeal to discover the Plot,
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He was a Papist, and yet he was not;
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For though to the Pope he was sworn, and more,
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The Host he received, and the Bread did adore,
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And knew their Conspiracy, and each design,
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And in a most Hellish Plot did with them joyn:
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O yet the fam'd Hero's a Protestant still,
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And this is a Miracle say what you will.
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He knew on what mischief their Malice was bent,
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And on what dire murders their minds were intent,
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Yet trusted their fury long e're he made known
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The Hellish design, which to mountains was grown,
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And might have prosper'd in spight of the Priest,
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Had not the kind Heavens their fury suppress'd;
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For why they had time enough all to fulfil,
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Yet this is a Miracle say what you will.
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Then that there appointed were Armies so great,
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Of Spanish Pilgrims, wild Irish, and that
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Some thousands of Papists were cruelly bent,
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For with black Bils, Guns, Swords, & Staves, 'twas
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their intent
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To set on the Nation, yet strange is the thing
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That none of them e're to light any could bring,
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Or where they such Magazines hoarded up still,
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Yet this is a Miracle say what you will.
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That this Priestly worthy who knew all the Plot,
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And might have commanded the Devil knows what;
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Who had at his beck still the Lives and Estates
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Of Romes bold Villains, who held such Debates,
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Shou'd be in such misery, so wondrous Poor,
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That he was oblig'd to haunt each Popish door,
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His Hungry Belly with Bread for to fill,
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Then this is a Miracle say what you will.
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That after the dreadful Discovery was made,
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And that Discovery was become a Trade,
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He should protest he some Persons ne're knew,
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And in a while after the same should pursue,
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To the loss of their lives, as having well known,
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How from time to time their Designs they went on,
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To ruin three Kingdoms, and Royal Blood spill,
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Yet this is a Miracle say what you will.
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That he in two places should be in one day,
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A Thousand miles distant, as some they did say;
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Indeed't does much puzle me, unless he flew
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On some swift Whirl-wind, for plainly he knew
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What in the same day was done here, and eke there,
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And in his own Person Transactions did hear:
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If this be not unusual than I have no Skill,
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Nay 'tis a Miracle say what you will.
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That he took Degrees in a place he ne'r saw,
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And to hear him dispute, did great Crouds thither
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draw;
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And that in the Senate-house he should once swear,
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He nothing more had of the Plot to declare,
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Yet after bethinking him, shou'd still proceed,
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To accuse some of high rank Treason indeed:
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If this ben't a Miracle strange it is still,
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But sure 'tis a Miracle say what you will.
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That he with one Mouth should so frankly declare,
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A man to be honest, then loudly to swear;
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He's a Jesuit Priest, and the vilest of Knaves,
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Because to comply with his intrest he waves:
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That one unbaptiz'd can a Christian be said,
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Is both new and strange as we ever yet heard,
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And must by Wise men be wondred at still,
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Nay, nay, 'tis a Miracle say what you will.
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That he should swear one was lately a Slave,
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And that he of Life did his Patron bereave,
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By giving him Poyson, and so getting free,
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But that that Patron alive yet shou'd be,
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Exceeds all the rest, and it is not gain-said,
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But 'tis most Miraculous to raise the Dead;
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For rarely that Task can a Mortal fulfil,
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Then these are all Miracles say what you will.
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