Loyal poems and satyrs upon the times since the beginning of the Salamanca plot written by several hands ; collected by M.T.

ON THE DEATH Of the Protestant Joyner.

I.

BRave Colledg is Hang'd, the Chief of our hopes, For pulling down Bishops and making New Popes, Our dear Brother Property crawls on the Ground, In Poland, K— Anthony ne're will be Crown'd: For now they'r resolv'd, that Harts shall be Trump, And the Prentises Swear, they will Burn the Old Rump.

II.

Brave Colledge, both Champion and Carver of Laws, Who dyed undaunted, and stuck to the Cause; What mischief might thou to the Godly have done Had thy dareing Soul, dreaded the World to come? And all thy dear Party to danger expos'd. If thou to the World, had thy secrets disclos'd.

III.

But now thou art Hang'd, and that fear is past, Were all that's in question as safe in the Nest, Then we some new means, might consult or contrive, To drive on our purpose, to prosper or thrive: But the Popish PLOT, has now quite lost i'ts Name, And none thy bright Blunderbush dare to maintain.

IV.

What K—but Great Colledge, could er'e make a Pope Tho' he was or'e rul'd by the end of the Rope? Great Colledge, was certainly Jure Divino, When the Tripple Crown, on the Popes Heap did Shino. He burnt him to ashes, for pastime like Nero Then straight made a new one, such Power had our Here.

V.

Great Colledge, must certainly dye a good Martyr, Being Knight of the Halter, and above the Garter; Our dear Brother States-man, tho' bred in a Saw-pit, Had Internal Genious, enough to or ethrow Wit: He fram'd a new Moddle, to limit the K—, In hopes Crown and Scepter, might truckle to him.

VI.

Great, Brittain, ne're bred such a Brother as Colledge, He made Seven Popes, in his Time on our knowledg; Our Signals of Crimes, he put in the Popes Armes Which prudent Contrivance, our Function Alarms. With threats in Petition, Kings Power to restrain, Yet Towser and Broomstaff, rides Admiral again.

VII.

Great Hanibals Conquest, nor Olivers Nose, Could with such small Slaughter, subdue such great Foes, As he in this three years, with the help of our Party, Hath check't our three Kingdoms and Magna Carta. The Head of our Church, and the Head of our Cause, He would have maintain'd them by Perjury and Blows.

VIII.

He now may becall'd, a third Saviour oth' Nation, To save his dear Church he Renounced Salvation; Like Famous Cargile, he dy'd for King Jesus, Defying Church Idols; enough to amaze us: He ty'd up together, both his and our Crimes, And dy'd like a Devil, to damp our Designes.

IX.

Our cause toth' Carrecter-men, we must refer To Shadwell, and Settle, to Curtis, and Carr. To know who Succeeds, our Late Captain the Joyner, He must be an Artist, some Carver, or Coyner, To make our Solemnity, and some New Popes, On which our dependency, hangs and our hopes.

X.

But when the time comes, that the Pope must be burn'd Ifear we shall finde that the Tide is much turn'd? For the Tory Party, hath got so much ground, To Head a Rebellion there's none will be found; For now they'r Resolved that Harts shall be Trump; And the Prentices Swear, they'l burn the Old Rump.

XI.

Such a confused Monster, they swear they'l Compose Of all the Dissenters, that are the Kings Foes; The Baptist, and Biter, the Pendant, and Quaker, From which they will draw such a prodigious Creature: More Diabolical Invective far, Then all Popes Solemnity's at Temple-Barr.

XII.

Our Common-Councel lets Summon together, To Pannel pack't Jury's, Let's mak't our endeavour, For an Habeus Corpus, Insists on our Power; To fetch our Great Patriots out of the Tower; And then we'le Dispute the Case, for Reformation, And make the Provd Torys Resign us the Nation.