THE Jesuit in the Pound: OR, Father Peter in Disguise, Taken by Vice Admiral Herbert  
HALLOO! Halloo! my Dog too! my Dog too! There Jowler, at him Ringwood. There, there, there, you have him on the Scent! He's our own. Now Jolly Hunrsman, wind the Horn. He's Taken! he's Taken! he's Taken! The Old Fox, that lately broke away from the English-Court, is now taken in the Dutch Noose. I Gad; Herbert, and his Water-Spaniels, are plaguy Mouthed Curs, they neither spare Fox nor Geese. What a Murrain cross-grained Wind blew the Holy Father this way, when his Reverence with full Sail was bound for Paris, an Hundred Thousand Pounds strong, bidding 2 long Farewell to England for ever?  
But Fate, that flew faster than the Jesuit, soon overtook him, when the Vice-Admiral having notice of his Escape, and (more Tempted with the Spirit of Revenge than the Thousand pounds' Reward) lay in close wait for him. He had had a copious and ample Description of his Disguise, who was now dressed up like a double Hypocrite, viz. That instead of a Canonical Gown, he had got on him a Red Cloak, resembling the Bloody Robes of the Scarlet Whore. That this Cloak was cut out of a spick and span new piece of Jesuitical Equivocation, Lined with Mental Reservation, which was the Appurtenances of the outward Garment: Underneath he had a Vest of the same Colour, cut out of the Petticoat of the said Whore; Lined with Ignorance, and Faced with Infallibility, being withinside all Hypocrisy and Di●slimulation. But to the Matter.  
In this Disguise (it's said) he passed down theRiver to Rochester; where, after a plentiful Repast, being received on Board a small Yatch, prepared for his Reception, they soon put off to Sea, the Wind and Tide seeming to favour his Escape. But see the Inconstancy of the Flattering Fates; scarce were they out of sight of Land, when a thick Mist dispersing, they discovered a Ship; which (the better to Cloak the design) bore the French Colours, which put the Dejected Jesuit into new Heart, hoping now to secure his Flight in a larger Bottom. He hauls them in with the Chase Gun; They strike Sail, and lie by. The Admiral, with Forty Men, boards 'em, yet find no Opposition: The Jesuit, with all his Ship Crew, retires into the great cabin, singing Te Deum for their happy Deliverance. But Herbert, who knew Father Peter's too well to be mistaken in that Disguise, seized him, conveying him (instead of going to Calais) to the Dutch Fleet; from whence, it's verily believed, his 100000. Pounds will hardly Pay his Ransom.  
Thus you see, that norwithstanding all the Secret Policies, Contrivances, and Disguises of these Impostures, nothing can for ever preserve them, but they must at last fall into the Hands of Justice.   

LONDON, Printed for S. M. 1688.