The Protestants vade mecum, or, Popery display'd in its proper colours, in thirty emblems, lively representing all the Jesuitical plots against this nation, and more fully this late hellish designe against His Sacred Majesty, curiously engraven in copper-plates

EMBLEM IX. The Burning of London.

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Rome, thou hast Conquer'd Londons earthy part, But never shalt o'recome the Lions heart.

••ROV. 4. Chap. 16. & JOB, Chap. 6. v. 27.

For they sleep not, unless they have done mischief; and their sleep is taken away, unless they cause some to fall.

Yea, ye overwhelm the Fatherless, and you dig a pit for your friend.

IS't come to this? is your revenge so great, That this Metropolis in flames must set? Is this a Sacrifice t'appease the Pope? Are these the ruines Rome so long did hope? The curst Cabal have thought upon a way, And our bright flames makes theirs a glorious day. Though in confusion all our buildings rowl, Yet, Rome, thou canst not touch our Monarchs soul; That with Religious Adamantine Rocks Is bar'd,— And 'twill sustain the fury of your shocks; Nor Blood, nor fire, can undo its locks: Fix'd like the Center of the earth 'twill be, Unmoveable to all Eternity. Heav'ns fram•• will stagger ere his soul gives way: Certain as light Which ushers in the day, He still in spight Shall make you all obey. Heav'n wink'd, and gave the bloody Monster leave To roam a while about, and to deceive; Undid the links which chain'd him to the ground, Where he lay groveling to receive the wound. Satan ask'd leave that he might Job torment, And the Omnipotent did give consent: His outward substance vanish'd into smoak, His Children dy'd, he like a Leper broak:

All his Terrestrial goods were snatch'd away, And he, though counsell'd, did not disobey: Th'Apostate, Woman did again assail, And thought on weakness he might still prevail. Job's guardian-Angel did about him fly, And kept entire the souls integrity: The tryal past, the Angel up did soar, And Job was made much richer than before. The Cherub back is to his torments hurl'd, And's forc'd to leave the pleasures of the world. So you must shrink to your first mother clay, And all your glories shall be snatch'd away, And you be shut from the eternal day; Whilst from the top of our rebuilded Wall. We shall behold your splendid Funeral; But Dives-like, when you're to Hell betray'd, You shall be fed with fires your selves have made.

That Rome is Hell, the world must need confess; Then sure the Devil is his Holiness. Monks, Fryers, Abbots, Jesuits, and all The thick-scull'd Bishops, nay, the Cardinal, Are Devils too, though of a less esteem, And suck their Trayt'rous Practices from him. When earth was Chaos, and ere night began; Ere Heav'n had scarce consider'd upon Man, Then in Rebellion did th'Apostate move, And scorn'd to own Supremacy above. Cherub with Cherub did for Conquest try, And all the Zeraphs fought for victory: Arms against Arms, Angel 'gainst Angel strove, And all was discord which before was love. Thus the rebellious Angels strove for sway, Till with their bliss they lost eternal day: So you Apostates to Religion turn, Till in the fires you made, your selves you burn.