The countrie mans comfort. Or Religious recreations fitte for all well disposed persons. Which was printed in the yeere of our Lord 1588. And since corrected, amended, and enlarged by the same author. I.R.

A song reprouing Papistes for the Gunne∣powder treason, and of our ioy and thankes∣giving for our deliverance from that dan∣ger and all others.

REioyce England and ioy in him, that ioyes each Christian heart, With songs of prayses neuer linne, to laud him for your part, Oh set, oh sing, and sweetly play, Gods workes in verse and prose: Declare and shew from day to day, how he hath flaine our foes.

Exalt Gods goodnes to this land, and to our late deare Queene:

That worthy Ladie dead and gone in heauen still, to be seene. And now King Iames succeeds in place, these kingdomes for to sway: God graunt that his posteritie, may doe the like for aye.

As troubles doe abide all men, so much more godly Kings: That doe the gospel still maintaine, and all the fruit it brings, King Iames hath oft in dangers beene, in Scotland as we know: In England at his comming in, he wanted not his foe.

Yet God in wondrous wise did saue, and well deliver him: Yea made the Traytors to bewray, their owne intended sinne. The cheife of them had their reward, at Winchester that Cittie, When on some others of their crue, the King shewed royall pittie.

But Sathan and his Impes sleepe not, new plots they still devise: As this which was of Gunpowder,

apparant to our eyes: This hellish worke this strange deuise, surpassing all the rest: Hath left a forehead marke for them, that such we should detest.

These wanted neither friends nor coyne, on euery side the seas: To bring this busines to passe, the Papistes hearts to please. And if some of their multitude, did neuer know of it: Which of them would refuse to haue, what others wonne by wit.

All things with secrecie was kept, and they were readie now: To finish vp with stroke of strokes, their foule and wicked vow. But God bewrayed it or their houre, yea they one letter sent: Which op'ned all to King and state, and voyd was their intent.

It was a woefull thing they sought, the cutting off of all: A bringing of this noble land, to beggery and thrall.

I am astonisht many times, to thinke on the invention: And muse what men on earth there be, that like of this intention.

Poore Protestants so cald in scorne▪ by Papists day and night: You neuer went with Massacres, the Papists to despight. For if you had then Papists throates▪ like trumpets shrill would be: To rayle and write in euery place, till your heart bloods they see.

In blood at first they founded were▪ by blood thy liue and thriue: In blood they also grounded are▪ devouring men aliue. Yet once they must confounded be, in Gods great haruest day: Wherefore fly Romish Babylon, with all the speed you may.

In the meane time let Christians striue▪ to serue the Lord on hie: Remembring each deliverance, with thankes continually. Lord looke on vs regard and heare▪

our prayers and our praise, And let our thankes appeare in life, abhorring sinfull wayes.

Amen.