A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE Pope and the Devil, ABOUT Owen and Baxter.  Pope. 
SHall WE allow these Scribbling Fellows to write for ever? They feed the Press as Baxter feeds his Wolf, and it, like their Desires, is as large as Hell; and, like the Horse-Leach, it sucks, and is never satisfied: They have a kind of Ambitious Itch to scribble: Here comes a Heap of Octavos, there a Heap of Quarto's; and presently another of Folio's: and the People do so Dote on their Labours, That a MASS-BOOK, a Crucifix, or such like things cannot so much as oblige them to cast one Courteous Eye towards them: They have such Hoops and such CALLS to the Unconverted to come to the SAINTS Everlasting Rest, that they extremely lessen our Number: My Holiness nor my Holy water have no Influence over them: They Ridicule and Laugh at my Pictures, and are so far from falling down to my Breaden-GOD, that the Villains despise it as they do the Organs in the Church! Is there no ART to lessen their increasing Number?  Devil. 
Yes, yes. Take away their Family Books, my Friend, in the first place, and call-in their CALLS in the next, and that will do the Business. Thou knowest my unweariedness to serve thee: I have gone about not only like a Roaring Lion, seeking whom I may devour: but I have often acted the Part of an Eavesdropper: I have peeped trough the Glass-Windows and there have I seen such Swarms of the Ordinary sort of People both in City and Country pouring upon Baxter's Family Book (as they call it) as would have amazed thee: Then wouldst thou have crossed thyself to have seen them cross thee by taking such cross ways to thy Purgatory: I have heard them read on a Sunday night, till their very Eyestrings were ready to crack again, and then they would take a little Breath, snuff the Candles, trim their Lamps, and to't again, and ever as one grew weary, than Tom was called, after him Harry t'other Apprentice; thus they took it by turns, as the Oars do their Fares: A Pox on them, thought I, If this be their Trade, there's no Footing for me. I could have wished that their Candles might have burnt blue, or, that Guy Faux had been in some Cellar under them with a Cardinal's Cap full of Gun powder that he might have sent them hastily and quickly to their Mansion House above: For I see no likelihood of working them to a Conformity to my pleasure below.  Pope. 
Nay, If they puzzle the Devil, no wonder if they puzzle the Pope: Well but this we may do, We may make our Jesuits render, them as odious as Frost in July: We may stir up the loser sort of Protestants against them; we can make them New Forms of Prayer, give them new Commendments to obey, and make their Belief run Retrograde.  Devil. 
This I have done already by my Agent Ashington: but what avails this? this is but like throwing Oil upon the Fire to quench it, they know well enough the Devil had his Paw in this Py … I know it will please the Papists, but Protestants will loathe it, and the ●●●●s●ant Dissenters abhor it, and brand my Labours with the Title of Blasphe●●; They think none but such Villains as had a hand in the late King's Death ever made use of such a Prayer as this is, this has done ten times more hurt than good to our Design, for now they begin to look upon the Common player with more kind Eyes than ever, they think the Divine Service i● an Angels Work to this; This has so nettled them, That they mix 〈◊〉 ●ore Zeal with their Prayers than ever, they pray now with so mu●● 〈◊〉 and fervency, that you would think it impossible that Heaven should deny their requests; they pray now as though they would take up their Seats in Heaven with Violence. Oh! Fie upon them: I have heard some of them say; They would give no rest to their Eyes, nor slumber to their Ey●▪ lids till the Kingdom of Satan and Antichrist be destroyed. They have taken pet plaguily, that we should make them such set Forms of Prayer as these, when they had so stiffly refused to be subject to better.  Pope. 
What shall we do with this stubborn, stiffnecked and rebellious people, that will neither be obedient to the Pope nor the Devil? Shall we let them alone? If we cease to plot against them, they'll not cease to be our Enemies; What agreement can there be between God and Belial? It's in vain to use Arguments to persuade them they have things they call Shields of Godliness, Armour of Faith and Helmets of Salvation; the King's Evidence are not better armed than they against all our Insinuations, Dugdale, Mowbray, Bolron, etc. they have gotten their Steel Bodies, to dull the Points of our Sacred Daggers, but the other have gotten steel Souls, would we could steal them out, for they are Cannon Proof against all our Designs.  Devil. 
I know nothing so proper as a secret Massacre, and how to put that Plaster to their side I know not, they are as watchful as Peter's Cock, and they are a, numerous as the stars: Pox on 'em, would they Watch and not Pray, or Pray and not Watch, we might Effect or Designs, but they do both, and that will ruins us both.  Pope. 
Nay, If thou art faint-hearted, Farewell the glorious hopes of my Conquest!  
Go thou to thy Infernal Home,  
And I will go to mine at Rome.   

London, Printed for S. J. 1681.