The Doctor Degraded; Or The REWARD of DECEIT: Being an Account of the Right Perfidious, and Perjuryed TITUS OATS; Who Received Sentence at the Kings-Bench-Bar, at Westminster the 16th day of May, 1685.  

ON Saturday the 16th Day of May 1685. Titus' Oats, being then brought to the Kings-Bench-Bar, Westminster, about a 11 of the Clock by a strong Guard, My Lord Chief Justice and others of his Brethren being on the Bench, was called; the Attorney General, craved Judgement of the Court against Titus Oats, for his Perjuries; Oats craved time till Monday, but it was denied him; then the Right Honourable the Lord Chief Justice proceeded to declare the Heinousness of his Crime. saying, It was formerly, by the Law of this Land, punishable with Death. And after that, being somewhat moderated, the Penalty was, to have the Parties Tongue cut out. And being yet farther taken into Consideration, the Punishment was left to the discretion of the Court. So they Proceeded not to Life or Member, notwithstanding his Lordship said he had consulted with all the Judges of England, and that they were unanimously of opinion, that the power was in the Court to Proceed to any Sentence under that restriction; and having in a most Emphatical Speech, from point to point, related the matter at large, his Lordship left the Pronounciation of the Sentence to Judge Withens, who told the Prisoner, that his Nature was Compassionate, and that he delighted not in passing Sentence on his fellow 
HERE STAND I FOR PERJURY   depiction of Titus Oates in the pillory Creatures; yet in case of such a Crime, he must confess he did it without remorse, and having further expressed himself in detestation of the Prisoners offence, and Eloquently discoursed it at large, he was pleased to Pronounce the following Sentence, viz.  
Fined on each Indictment 1000 Marks.  
That on Monday the 18th of this Instant he walk about Westminster Hall, with a Paper upon his Forehead, mentioning his Crime: And afterwards stripped of his Canonical Habit, Stand upon and in the Pillory before the Hall Gate between the hours of 11 and One, for the space of an hour to stand.  
Tuesday the 19th. at the Royal Exchange.  
Wednesday the 20th. to be Whipped from Aldgate to Newgate.  
Friday the 22d. from Newgate to Tyburn.  
Aug. the 9th to stand at Westminster.  
August, the 10th at Charing-Cross.  
August the 11th at Temple-Bar.  
September the 2d at the Royal Exchange.  
April the 24th 1686. to stand in the Pillory at Tyburn, facing the Gallows. To lie in Gaol during Life. And to stand Annually in the Pillory,  
August the 9th. at Westminster.  
August the 10th at Charing-Cross.  
August the 11th at Temple-Bar.  
September, the 2d at the Royal Exchange.   



O Cruel Fate! why art thou thus unkind,  
So wavering and unconstant in thy Mind,  
To turn (like weathercocks) with every Wind?   
Didst thou not once make Oats thy Favourite,  
Thy only Darling, and thy dear Delight?  

And mounted him upon thy Wings so high,  
That he could almost touch the very Sky,  
And now must Oates stand in the Pillory?   
There to be Battered so with Rotten Eggs,  
Both on the Face, the Body and the Legs,  

That he will wish himself in Hell for Ease,  
And Beg as Beggars do for Bread and Cheese,  
That Oats might not be Threshed as Men do Pease.   
And must he too (when once he has stood there)  
Be sent to Ride upon the Three-Leg'd-Mare?  
Zouns what's the meaning of it with a Pox?  
Is that the way to pay his Christmas-Box?  
Was he not once the Saviour of the Nation,  
And must he be Contemned and out of Fashion?  
Called Perjured Rogue and slighted be by all,  
And tossed about just like a Tennis-Ball.  

What if he did Forswear himself a little,  
Must his sweet Bum be rubbed thus with a Nettle?  
O fie! 'Tis not well done to Rob the spital.   
But 'tis in vain I see to Mourn for Oats,  
For if we Roar until we split our Throats,  

We cannot help the poor distressed thing;  
No hopes to get a Pardon of the King,  
Therefore he must endure his Suffering.   
Indeed (if to Lament would do him good)  
Then we would Weep thats to be understood:   


But, my beloved Brethren in the Lord,  
That cannot keep him from a Hempen-Cord,  
Or from his peeping through a Two-inch-Board.   
And so 'tis needless that we Vex or Fret,  
God's holy Will be done, we must Submit.  

However let poor Oats be Brisk and Bonny  
(Long as he Lives) he shall not want for Money,  
For to his Hive we'll bring both Wax and Honey.   

Yet (if he should be Hanged and Die that way)  
Oats will spring up again at Judgement Day,  
Although there will not be a bit of Hay.   
But 'tis a great Disgrace that O brave Oats  
(The Rampant Doctor of Religious Plots)  
Is not (in state) Promoted up on High;  
The just Reward of bloody Perjury.  
Yet he's no Coward, fearing to be Haltered,  
Unless of late his Courage should be Altered:  
Fight Dog, fight Bear, he values not a Fig,  
He always was and e'er will be a Whig,  
And stand up for the Cause we know full well,  
Tho he were sure almost to go to Hell.  

Therefore if he be Hanged, and in a Cart  
Carried to Tyburn, what cares he a Fart,  
At last the Dearest Friends of all must Part.   

And now Beloved Brother Oates adieu,  
Although this story looks a little Blue,  
Yet what I Wrote of thee is very True.      

LONDON, Printed by George Groom, at the Sign of the Blue-Ball in Thames-street, over against Baynard's-Castle. 1685