A collection of 86 loyal poems all of them written upon the two late plots viz, the horrid Salamanca plot in 1687, and the present fanatical conspiracy in 1683 : to which is added, advice to the carver : written on the death of the late L. Stafford : with several poems on their majesties coronation, never before published / collected by N.T.

The Second Part.

I.

THe Plot being thus subtly contriv'd, as you hear, To God knows how many this Secret th' fear; impart; Some famous for Cheats, yet their faith they don't To tie a Knave fast they had found a new Art: They swore on a Book, And Sacrament took; But you'l find if into their grave Authors you look, To forswear's no sin (as the Recorder well notes) Nor Treason, Rebellion, nor cutting of throats. The truth, &c.

II.

Still blinded by Zeal, and inveigl'd by Hope, Store of Arms they provide for Fight and De∣fence; The Lords must command as Vice-roys of the Pope And all over England they raise Peter-pence: Their Letters they send By Bedlow their Friend, Or else by the Post, to shew what they intend; Some hundreds Oats saw, which the Jesuits did write, 'Tis a wonder not one of them e'er came to light. The truth, &c.

III.

Pounds two hundred thousand they to Ireland sent, Fifteen thousand to Wakem. for Potions & Pills. Forty thousand in Fire-works we guess that they spent, And at least ten thousand for the foresaid Black Bills; Fifteen hundred more Grove shou'd have, they swore, Four Gentleman Ruffians deserv'd Fourscore; Pious Pickering they knew was of Masses more fond, And for thirty thousand they gave him a Bond. The truth, &c.

IV.

These two, to kill the King by promises won, Had now watch'd for some years in St. James's Park.

And Pickering (who nver yet shot off a Gun) Was about to take aim, for he had a fair mark: Just going to begin't, He missed his Flint, And look in Pan, there is no Powder in't; For which he their Pardon did humbly beseech, Yet had thirty good lashes upon his bare Breech. The truth, &c.

V.

But a sadder mischance to the Plot did befall, For Oates their main Engine fail'd, when it came No marvel indeed if he cozen'd them all, to't; Who turn'd him a begging, and beat him to boot. He wheeling about, The whole Party did rout. And from lurking holes did ferret them out, Till running himself blind, he none of them knew, And fainting at Councel, he could not swear true. The truth, &c.

VI.

To strengthen our Dr. brave Bedlow's brought in, A more credible Witness was not above ground; He vows and protests, whate'er he had been, He wou'd not swear false now for five hundred pound: And why should we fear They falsly would swear, To damn their own Souls and lose by it here; For Oates, who before had no peny in Purse, Discov'ring the Plot, was 7 hundred pound worse. The truth, &c.

VII.

Two Witnesses more were let loose from the Jayl, Though One, 'tis confest, did run back from his word; (In danger of life a good man may be frail) And th' Other they slander for cheating his Lord: T'each one of these men The Jesuits brought ten, To disprove 'em in time and in place, but what then One Circumstance lately was sworn most clear, By a Man who in hopes has four hundred a year. The truth, &c.

VIII.

Besides 'twas oft urg'd, We must always suppose, To murder the King a great Plot there has been; And who to contrive it so likely as those Who Murders and Treasons do hold for no sin? Things being thus plain, To plead was in vain, The Jury instructed again and again, Did find them all Guilty, and to shew 'twas well done, The People gave a Shout for Victory won. The truth, &c.

IX.

'Tis strange how these Jesuits, so subtle and wise, Should all by the Pope be so basely trepann'd, To hang with much comfort when he shall ad∣vise, And go to the Devil too at his command. He may give them leave To lye and deceive;

But what when the Rope does of Life them be∣reave? Can his Holiness, think you, dispense with that pain, Or by his Indulgence raise them again? The truth, &c.

X.

Yet, like Mad-men of Life a Contempt they ex∣press, And of their own happiness careless appear; For Life or for Money not one wou'd confess, They'd rather be Damn'd, than be Rich and live here. But surely they rav'd, When God they out-brav'd, And thought to renounce him the way to be sav'd, And with Lies in their mouths go to Heav'n in a string: So prosper all Traytors, and God save the King. The truth of my Story if any one doubt, We have Witnesses ready to swear it all out.

Concordat cum Recordo

Cl. Par.