ENGLAND'S Remembrancer, For the Late Discovery of the Horrid PLOT: Found in a Meal Tub, by Sir William Waller One of his Majesty's Justices of Peace for Middlesex.  
The Design of the Papists in this PLOT was, to put it off themselves, and lay it upon the Presbyterians: making them the Designers of the Change of Government, and the Murderers of his Majesty, etc.  
EXperience shows whilst Godfrey lived here,  
No formidable PLOT durst durst appear,  
But what was quelled as soon as well begun,  
And made apparent unto every one,  
In such clear Demonstration, that 'tis plain  
He was the Coachman to great Charles his Wain.  
And safely did secure from Popish Plots  
All poor distressed threatened Hugonots:  
Since whose inhuman Murder, Our great God  
Hath raised our Foes, full, as severe a Rod;  
A man whose sharp prodig'ous piercing Eye,  
Can plainly see their utmost Treachery.  
And knows full well with such great Knaves to deal,  
Witness the Papers found in Tubs of Meal.  
That Roman scarlet Whore, he now will maul her,  
This we expect from good Sr William Waller.  
A PLOT contrived 'gainst Presbyterian Blood,  
Whose Innocence the World hath understood.  
A PLOT forged by the chief of this great CITY!  
And no man Punished, it is great Pity!  
A PLOT contrived and no man knows yet what,  
This is a Romish Devil of a PLOT.  
But thanks to GOD, o KING, and waller's care,  
Their hidden Engines now discovered are,  
For what they on this City would have laid,  
Is by his Circumspection betrayed;  
GOD'S Providence, and waller's studious care  
Hath laid the Bottom of their Secrets bare:  
And shows their Plot's of so deformed a hue,  
As none dare own, but the bold Roman Crew.  
Who neither fear their GOD, Honour their KING,  
Their Romish Principles teach no such thing,  
Slaughter and Murder are the only Books,  
In which each Romanist devoutly looks,  
And nothing is by them more understood  
Than shedding Protestant (though Princely) Blood.  
Though thanks to God their Devilish Romish Sport  
Hath not as yet prevailed upon the Court:  
All Sovereign Princes are e'en Sacred things,  
'tis Dangerous meddling with the Thrones of Kings.  
And we still hope, whilst Waller lives we may  
Find out those Drifts designed to betray  
Both KING and Kingdom, I, and Nation too,  
At one Bloodthirsty and revengeful Blow.  
And not inferior is great LONDON'S Mayer,  
Who to detect the same took no less Care,  

When once the ' Cursed Discovery began,  
And his great Wisdom did each Matter scan,  
Nothing like this e'er reached the Heart of Man.   
It did appear so foul, none present knew  
How to believe the things, there sworn were true;  
Until their Dangerfield declared, He  
Would make appear what he did Certify.  

All that remains is only fervent Prayer  
For his Majesty's prosperous welfare,  
Sir William Waller, and our good Lord Mayer.   
We praise our God, though Papists did design  
On Protestants to cast this Dismal Crime.  
So good hath our GOD been, to turn the Story  
To their great Infamy and his great Glory.  
Let therefore ENGLAND now once more rebound  
With joyful Echoes that may tear the Ground,  
In Memory of his Great Mercy shown,  
Than which, a greater scarce was ever known.  
Cease than ye bloody minded Papists, cease,  
Your only way will be to live in Peace:  
Accept the Mercies of our Gracious KING,  
Lest you do go to Heaven in a String:  
Then 'twill be late Repentance, now you may  
Have Mercy offered while it's called to day.  
If this fair Proffer you reject, 'tis just  
Catch should conclude your Lives, and so he must.   

LONDON, Printed in the Year, 1679.