A CONSULTATION
BETWEEN THE
POPE
AND A
JESUIT,
Concerning the way how to introduce POPERY into ENGLAND.
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POPE.
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IN spite of all our Arts and Force,
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Will England still rebel?
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And doth it still wax worse and worse,
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Mauger our aids from Hell?
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Sure now your Stratagems can do no more
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Than my vain Thunderbolts could do before.
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JESUIT.
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'Tis true, whatever yet we durst,
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Hath ineffectual been,
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Since that you were rejected first
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By an Heretical Queen.
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Yet still we to your Holiness are true:
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Wee'l never cease, till Englands under you.
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POPE.
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'Tis well resolv'd; but yet I fear,
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That while you do pretend
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To be the Pillars that do bear
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Me up, and me defend;
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You be the only men at last that shall
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Cause, and procure my Empires dreaded fall.
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JESUIT.
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When every day to rout that Sect
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Of Protestants, we dare
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Treasons commit, can you suspect
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That we unfaithful are?
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When Halters, Gibbets, (I need not name the rest)
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Are our reward, d'ee think we are in jest?
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POPE.
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'Tis but for want of care (I trow)
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Your Plots are always found.
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You never lay them deep enough,
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Though sometimes under ground.
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The World is wiser now than heretofore:
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We now can gull men through the Nose no more.
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JESUIT.
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But may it please your Holiness,
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(For you cannot mistake,
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Or else we lye that so profess)
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Even for your credit sake
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Give us some Rules, that when we lay a Plot,
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Nothing miscarry till we our ends have got.
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POPE.
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That was to me a blessed day,
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When Kings would not rebel,
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For fear lest I (such Fools were they)
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Should curse them into Hell,
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But now, since, when they're curst, they nothing ail,
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They'l turn their backs, and bid me kiss their ------.
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JESUIT.
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There was a time too, when you cou'd,
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With speaking of a word,
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Have turn'd whole Kingdoms into blood,
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And given all to the Sword.
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Since now you can't, What way do you propose,
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(Be sure wee'l follow't) to destroy our foes?
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POPE.
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I did of old oblige the Turk
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To help me in my need;
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Should he come there, hee'd make fine work:
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Hee'd rout them all indeed.
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On him I did an obligation lay,
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Poisoning his Brother who stood in his way.
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JESUIT.
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If he your gifts did understand,
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(Who gave him Greece but you?)
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Sure he would lend his helping hand,
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The Hereticks to subdue.
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No doubt if once you had him on your side,
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Between yourselves you might the World divide.
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POPE.
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No doubt, if you I can but place
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(As some are plac'd with Kings)
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To be Confessor to his Grace,
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You may do mighty things.
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He will not such a Monarchy disdain,
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Permitting me in Spirituals to reign.
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JESUIT.
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But here a Question I demand,
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Whether, if this succeed,
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And Turk and you go hand in hand
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To prosecute it with speed,
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The Turk and you will easily agree,
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That you should Christs, or Mahomets Vicar be?
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POPE.
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That I regard not, so that I
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May have the power I crave:
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Nor Christ, nor Mahomet I'le deny,
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So that I power have.
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The Indians are our Converts, yet you know
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They reverence both Saints and Devils too.
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JESUIT.
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Your Holiness is so wise, I know,
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That if this way should fail,
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(You have two strings unto your Bow)
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The other will prevail.
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When Peters Keys would do no good, you took
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Pauls Sword, and threw the Keys into the Brook:
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POPE.
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You must not speak of what I now
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Into your ear do tell:
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If here I miss the Plot (I vow)
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I'le lay as deep as Hell.
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For if the Turk unto me don't prove civil,
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I'le cast him off, and bargain with the Devil.
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So Gehazi his Master us'd,
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Who took the Syrians gift.
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I'le take whatever Christ refus'd,
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To help at a dead lift.
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Though Christ abhor'd what I account my bliss,
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I'le worship Satan, rather than it miss.
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JESUIT.
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Sure this will hit, though all things fail,
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If Satan lend his aid,
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Wee'l make the Gates of Hell prevail,
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Though Christ contrary said.
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He cannot sure deny't to such a Friend,
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That always strives his Kingdoms to extend.
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I'le tell you more, This is a way
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Your Predecessors tried
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With good success: They got the sway
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And never were denied.
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Pope Hildebrand that rais'd your Empire high,
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Would often to the Devils succour fly,
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Or else good Writers do him much bely.
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