THE
KINGDOMES MONSTER
Uncloaked from Heaven:
The Popish Conspirators, Malignant Plotters, and cruell Irish, in one Body to destroy
Kingdome, Religion and Lawes: But under colour to defend them, especially the Irish, who
having destroyed the Protestants There, flye hither to defend the Protestant Religion Here.
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O England looke upon this monstrous Thing,
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That would our Kingdome unto ruine bring,
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'Tis framed and composed of three parts
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Which are all joyned both in heads and hearts:
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Doe not behold it with a carelesse eye,
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This Monster brings this Land to misery:
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This Monster following its forefathers hate,
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Seeks to destroy the Kingdome and the State:
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While Church and Kingdom should oppressed lie
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Subjected to their blinded Popery:
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Long time it walked muffled in a cloak
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Till Straffords head was cut off, then it broke
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Out of the cloud, but Heavens holy hands
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Hath now uncloak'd it, so that now it stands
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In a full figure as this Picture here
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Doth make it lively to your view appeare,
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And in fit Emblems to your sight presents
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His shape, his postures, and his blacke intents;
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So that if you behold it round about
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You shall see how this Monster is set out;
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His Spanish Ruffe, and Jacket shew him here
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To be halfe Papist, and halfe Cavalier;
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His left side Popish is, which on his breast
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Is by the figure of the Crosse exprest;
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Besides his Beads and Popish pardon be
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Emblemes that speak his love to Papistry:
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So on the left side Popish heads are got
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Together ready to conspire and plot
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Unfathom'd mischiefe, and lest they should want
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Brain to be wicked, and should so be scant
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Of knowledge how they might undo this land,
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Plotting malignant heads against them stand:
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The winged cluster of heads do discover
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That Papists Rebels from Ireland flye over:
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These to make strong their party, do combine
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While in one body they together joyne,
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Which in this Monster of the times exprest,
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And to shew that there lodges in his breast
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Nothing but cruelty, while 'tis his desire
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To kill the Protestants, and their houses fire:
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His double hands a sword, a knife containes,
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A match, a Poleaxe, and a torch that flames;
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Thus arm'd you may aske what he means to do,
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Alas! his dayly actions this doe shew;
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He doth intend to change the Churches coat,
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That masse may be sung through a Friars throat;
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And that the Protestants true Church may grow
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Catholicke, and unto the Pope may owe
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Supremacie, while Popery that hath bin
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Long purged out, may be brought in agen;
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In hope whereof, they oppose the Parliament,
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Which Papists once to blow up did consent,
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As here the match in hand doth represent,
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While the blacke fiend did further their intent;
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Besides this monstrous Body here compact
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Of Papists, Irish and malignants act
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Most horrid cruelties where they do approach,
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Set out here by the sword in hand and torch;
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Firing both Towns & houses where they come,
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As they of late to Brimidgham have done;
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And like unthankfull wretches have no pity
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Neither upon this Kingdome nor this City,
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But Nero like would laugh while it did burn,
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And would massacre such as would not turn
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To their Religion, robbing them of life,
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Described by the hand armed with a knife:
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Thus under sword and fire this Kingdomes lies
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Bleeding, and is this Monsters sacrifice;
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While Papists, Irish, and Malignants are
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Drawne all into the body of a war,
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Who breath destruction, and would ruinate
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Church, Kingdome, City, Parliament, and State,
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Therefore this Picture here set out may be
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Called the Kingdomes Map of misery.
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But there's a God that will at last regard
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Our sufferings, and give them their just reward;
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Let them take heed, here on the side we see't,
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They and the gallows at the last shall meet.
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