True and joyful News: OR A Word of Comfort TO THE GODLY PARTY: A POEM UPON Mr. H— s's late Deliverance,  

WHat H-s Acquitted, Armstrong's Magazine!  
Tory turned Ignoramus, without Spleen?  
The Old Causes grand Goliah's Pim- is come,  
Has slipped the noose, bilkt catch, escaped his doom,  
The Cities Hopes, the Charters chief Upholder,  
Dissenters joy, the Scriptures best unfolder,  
Is safe arrived; proclaim a Solemn Day,  
Let's hallelujahs to his Praises pay:  
For he's the Hero of our State-Plot-Play.  
The confined Saviour of the Nation's gone,  
His Crystal Plot and mighty Train's undone;  
Succeeding H-s shall be his Adopted Son.  
Can Salamanca's brood ere want a Boy,  
Whilst H-s's the Acteoniz'd fanatics joy!  
Who brings an Ordered Babel on his Tongue,  
Tuning Sedition to the good old Song  
Of All Health to Old Noll, in each Cabal,  
Whose empty words the Vulgar Gospel call.  
The 
* H-ys.  Dove( precise dissenters say) 's return'd,  
( For whom through fear the City Faction mourned)  
With Olive Branches, since the Floods decrease,  
And fatal Tidings of the 
* D. O.  Ravens Case;  
Who boldly winged ore th' surface of the Deep,  
Till boisterous Billows did imprisoned keep,  
The wandring Messenger of the active side,  
Whose vast fanatic Ark does doubtful glide,  
Longing for th' ' batement of a blessed State tide.  
Big with Ill-hopes, ill-meaning Zealots Crew;  
Whom no Religion pleases but a New,  
Can bless, speak fair, with the same breath undo.  

* D. T.  Geneva's Trojan Horse adored by some,  
filled with armed men, Traytors supposed from Rome,  
Whose out-swell'd Salamanca sides contain,  
The numerous offspring of 
* London.  Augusta's Train,  
Whitehall made room for this outlandish Beast,  
Each did admire, and for his favour prest,  
Till sable Clouds of unexpected Grief  
Ore veiled the Srate, not thinking of relief.  
The mighty Monsters Bowels yearn'd again,  
And then brought forth a wondrous Plot, not men;  
Which ( Hydra like) when spoyled, another rose,  
debauched the Land and its Par'nts heads expose,  
Whose ( Jove-like") brain a fruitful womb supplied  
Gave birth to H-s and great 
* Armstrong  Tom's princely Pride.  
When H— s their Bully-Cock, the Parties Head,  
And oats the Devils Mercury are dead,  
They Self-thought-Saints a Dissolution dread.   
FINIS.   

London, Printed by G. Croom at the Blew Ball in Thames-Street, 1684.