A Triumph for true Subjects, and a Terrour unto
al Traitours: By the example of the late death of Edmund Campion,
Ralphe Sherwin, and Thomas Bryan, Jesuites and Seminarie priestes: Who suffered at Tyburne, on Friday
the first Daye of December. Anno Domini. 1581.
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GOOD Subjectes of ENGLANDE,
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rejoyce and be glad:
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Gyve glorie to God,
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with humble knees downe:
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That Campion the Traytour,
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his hyre hath now had,
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Who sought for to spoyle, our queene and her Crowne:
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And all under colour of Jesuits profession,
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To perswade the Queenes Subjects, to their own destruction,
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Therfore, unto God, for our Queene let us pray:
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That the Lorde may preserve her lyfe many a day.
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And it was not he (only) that went thus about,
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Under cloake of Hipocrisie, Subjects harts to bring down:
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But sundrie Seducers, (his Associates) founde out,
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That sought for to spoyle the Realme and the Crowne,
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Sent in by the Pope, Saunders, Allen, and sutche,
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Who at Englandes happy state, most trayterously grutch,
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Which sort, God revealed, with their trayterous intent,
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For what cause was their commyng, & who had them sent.
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Their cruell Conspyracie, at Rome was devised,
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And the lyke at Rheims, agreed upon:
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And that they were Authors, it was manifestly prooved,
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And Styrrers of late, in the Irysh Rebellion:
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And now, were fully purposte in Englande agayne,
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To rayse new Rebellion, as prooved was playne:
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To the great endaungeryng of the Realme and the State,
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But Goddes name be praysed, their devices are frustrate.
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And they apprehended, and justly condempned,
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Not for their Religion, as Papistes perswade:
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But for haynous hie Treason, whiche they did, and intended
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Neither were they endicted, on the Acte lately made:
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But, by an auncient olde statute, made longe tyme agoe,
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As by their Endictmentes, the Recordes do shoe:
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Therfore, all true Subjectes, have cause for to joy,
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That God cut them off, whiche the Realme did annoy.
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If they had prevayled, as they did intende,
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To rayse up Rebellyon in Countrey and towne:
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They had brought many a Papist unto an yll ende,
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As well as good subjectes, to the Queene and the Crowne,
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For, suche is their malice, in thirstyng for blood:
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To the one, or the other, they meant but small good:
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As some, their late Harbourers, their acquaintance deare bought,
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To others Example, great cause, they be taught.
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As the Devyll, (no doubt) set these Traytours aworke,
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By the Popes appoinctment, his Chaplayne of Rome:
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Whose spight to Goddes people, is worse then the Turke,
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In (dayly) enticing Christian Subjectes to come,
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From their naturall Prince, withdrawyng their allegeance,
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And yeld it (by Oath) unto his obeysance:
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Even so, from his falshed, God delyver us forever,
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That to his allurementes, our hartes agree never.
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Though Campion his Captayne did no whit forget,
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To put all in practise, as much as he might,
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Yet the Lord to prevent him, his devices detecte,
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With his other associates, and brought them to light:
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To their utter confusion, as lately was seene:
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By Campion, and others, that hanged have beene:
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Which cald themselves Jesuits, blaspheming his name,
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But (in deed) ranker Traytours, in England nere came.
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These are the Devices, that Sathan doth use,
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in seekyng Goddes people eche day to devoure:
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By many lyke meanes, he doth them abuse,
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as farre as God suffreth, and is in his power:
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Yea, rather than fayle of his purposed spight,
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He'le transforme himselfe, to an Angell of light,
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That if it were possible, the very Elect,
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With his faire Shewes of Holynesse, he would infect.
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Therefore beware of him, resist him and his Frie,
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With all his illusions, and showes of Hipocrisie,
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What Glozes, his Prophetes do bryng, do you trye,
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If they bring not their warrant, by Gods word & veritye
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Though they come in sheeps clothing, let their talk be in vain,
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For ravening Wolves inwarde, ye shall prove them plaine:
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By their fruicts ye shal know them, the Scripture doth tel,
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Therfore beware of them, if you wyll scape Hell.
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They will talke so divinely, with fancies to feede you,
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And rattle out Rethorique, your mindes to amaze,
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With Learning and Logique, theyle seeme for to lead you:
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Even straight into Heaven, so grave is their grace:
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Theyle make you beleve, that white is fayre blacke,
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Except by strong fayth, ye put them quite backe,
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Theffecte is playne treason, against God and our Queene:
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As by these late Traytours, well tryed hath beene.
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Yea, treasons playne proved, as dyvers they were,
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As well in generalyte against them all,
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As also particuler, as nombers did heare,
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Gainst ech of them severall, in open Court hall.
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By Letters, by Lybelles, by Bulles and confession,
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Were foureteene found gyltie, for all their illusion,
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Beside sundry witnesses, deposed in place,
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Avowde severall treasons (viva voce) to their face.
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Three of them have suffred the Guerdon of treason,
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Not small, but as hye as the lyfe of our Queene,
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Was most plainely proved: yet in their confession,
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No whit they acknowledged: no grace to be seene:
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But even as they lyved in treason and treacherye,
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Even so with false hearts, they dyed in Hypocrisie:
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Acknowledging the Queene, soverain Prince of this Realm,
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But the Pope of the Church, to be head and supreame.
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God graunt the rest grace, to repent their misdeedes,
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And to spend well the time, they have for to live,
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To fly those affections, which their fancy so feeds,
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That God of his goodnes, their faults may forgive.
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God graunt them acknowledge the trueth as it is,
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As well toward God, the Queene and the Realme,
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That due prayse and glory, all only may be his,
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Who to save them and us, suffered death most extreame.
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God blesse and preserve, Elizabeth our Queene,
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Most graciously to governe us, long time in this land,
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As now twenty yeares and three shee hath beene,
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And bring to confusion, her foes out of hand.
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Her Godly wise Counsell, direct them good Lord,
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In all trueth and Justice, to agree and accorde,
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To roote out the Rebelles, and foes of this land,
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That our Queene and her subjectes, in saftie maye stand.
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From the Pope and his Chaplaynes, deliver us good Lord,
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Of sectes and seditions, that we may beware:
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And not to give eare, nor in ought to accord:
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When they seeke to seduce us, in their trayterous snare.
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Howsoever they cloake it with craft, and collusion,
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It may rebound backward, to their utter confusion.
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God open the eyes of our hartes, for to spy,
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Hys trueth from all treasons, falsshoode and villanie.
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