A PILLAR Erected to the Memorial of Popish-Nat, showing how unlike the Best, and how like the worst of Men he is. 21. Feb. 1682/3  

IN Holy-Record we do read,  
Of a Nathaniel indeed;  
A Man of Christ gave that Style,  
An Israelite in whom's no Guile.  
Our day yields a Nathaniel,  
A Popish-Brat, Spewed out of Hell;  
A Man that is in very Deed,  
The offspring of the Serpent's Seed.   

His Malice notes him void of Grace,  
His Lying doth show he's of that Race;  
For as the Serpent spoke at first,  
To Man of God, but made him Cursed.  
So doth this Man speak Loyalty,  
That Law and Gospel would destroy;  
He Serpentlike, at heels doth bite,  
Of those whose Heads he cannot smite.   

He feeds on Dust, but gapes for Blood,  
A Man of note, but not for good;  
You this vile person may compare,  
with worst that either were or are.   

For if with Ca●n you do begin,  
This Man surpasseth him for sin;  
In wrath his Brother he did slay,  
This in cold Blood kills evesy day:  
His Viper's Tongue kills by his word,  
More than he can do with drawn Sword.   

When Lamech once a Man had killed,  
His Conscience was with horror filled;  
Tho this Man's Tongue be fully bend,  
To kill and slay the Innocent;  
Yet he his Conscience doth so sear,  
That he not God, nor Judgement fear.   

Read of the World that once was drowned,  
and no such one was in it found;  
Nay, search the New and you will see,  
Few with this Man compared can be.  
If cursed Ham did so Transgress,  
To see his Father's Nakedness;  
How guilty is he that doth Aim,  
To see and Trumpet all men's Shame;  
Yea, Loyal Peers, that Fathers be,  
Their shame this Man doth long to see;  
And like to a Trumpet he doth found,  
Those Guilty, that are Guiltless found   

Like Nimrods' Dog with open Throat  
This Hound hunts fiercely for the Pope;  
He loud doth bawl upon the Scent,  
Of Juries and of Parliament;  
As though his hopes were, that he may  
Have blood of such to be his Prey.   

For scoffing he's an Ishmael,  
With Esau can his Birthright sell;  
We read of none so Active found,  
In Egypt, Israel to drowned;  
As this home Satan doth provoke,  
To be the Agent of the Pope.  
The Corah and Abiram were,  
Not with this Man for to compare;  
For though the Earth this wretch doth bear  
Hell will Erelong gape for him their;  
He for the Pope would Isarael Curse,  
As Balaam would have done or worse,  
And longs for Altars to Devine,  
His familiars there to find;  
But the mean time he'll advertise,  
To join with Rome's Idolatries,  
To pass the Canaanites though he;  
Of that Cursed Race is Judged to be.   

To Doeg next we will have like,  
Who did at Priest and Profit strike;  
So against Priest and Patron he,  
The Pope's Informer longs to be.   

Sanballat and Tobia are,  
The meetest with him to Compare?  
Who by Libels Void of reason,  
Speak that worship must be Treason.   

Like Hammon he doth long to slay,  
The Jews, and to hang Mordicay;  
Tho Justice may in time him bring,  
on his own Gallows for to swing.   

The Rulers Could not in Christ's day,  
Find such a one him to betray;  
Till Satan had in Judas got,  
As into this to shame the Plot.   

Nay Judas like, give him his due,  
He'll Crucify, the Lord a new;  
And Judas like at last may burst,  
Yea, hang himself and be Accursed.   

The Coppor Smith did not that wrong,  
As this man hath done with his tongue;  
Elimus like his Cursed mouth,  
Would Rulers fain pervert for truth  
He like Demetryus doth cry,  
For Rheims Diana to be high.   

As if the world must still adore,  
That old face Ill looked Scarlet Whore;  
Before we do Conclude 'tis fit,  
To show whare Nat hath got this wit.   

It is Infused to him from hell,  
By Satan that doth in him dwell  
Who of a Serpent did make Use,  
At first man's fall to Introduce  
But a more Subtle way doth take,  
And use of this Vile man doth make?  
By which the Devils Priests and he,  
Are grown so Intimate to be;  
That by the most he's known full well,  
To be the devil's Oracle;  
And would have all men for to be,  
Slaves to the Pope as well as he.   

But in that Slavery we'll him leave.  
The Devils Wages to receive  
And unto his perpetual shame  
The Devil's Ass let be his name.    

London Printed for J. Jones, 1682.