A COMMENTATION On the late wonderful Discovery OF THE New Popish PLOT, Being the Jesuits Diabolick. Device to Inveigle the Son to betray the Father.  

IN spite of Fate, the Jesuit like the Devil  
To the World's end must still be doing Evil:  
Plotting his Nature is, and he doth think  
To mischief Heretics, is meat and drink.  
Tho God his Vengeance on their plots hath shown  
And by his mighty Hand has them o'er thrown,  
They still against all Mercy shut their Eyes,  
And will new Mischief, and new plots devise.  
What is it that these Devils do not dare  
To Act; for God nor Nature do they Care,  
True Labourers, unweariable still,  
In plotting mischief, and in doing ill.  
Whence Comes their plots, Can any mortal tell?  
If not from the Divan that's held in Hell,  
Wkose black results are by evil spirits sent  
To th' Jesuits, the Devil's Instrument;  
Who with much pleasure and industry go  
To Act the mischief they had hatched below.  
Tho their She Champion had but ill suecess,  
And had a devilish squeeze got in the press  
Tho she who midwives Trade well understood.  
Miscarried with her bladders Crammed with blood,  
Yet they, like Antheus who new strength still found,  
Each time that He was flung unto the Ground,  
For all these falls, new Life and strength do gather,  
And plot to make the son betray his Father  
Thus against Nature they dare make their way  
And urge a Son his Father to betray,  
Thus for the Cause to Such Extremes they run  
To hang the Innoent Father by the Son.  
Horrid! if this Jesuits Religion be  
I still will put it in my Litany  
From Such Religion Lord deliver me.  
The first true plot, still sticks within their Maw,  
Which they with all their Arts off ne'er will Claw,  
Tho since that time they Kept so fowl a stir,  
And thought to fling it on the Presbyter,  
Tho God their Arts so plainly did Confound  
When Waller did the Mealtubs bottom sound.  
A new plot now from Hell itself they sprung,  
To lay the old on Dr. Oates and Tongue;  
And the poor son is made an Instrumnt,  
To Swear the Father did the plot Invent.  
To send the Son they to the devil ment,  
God touched his Heart and made him to Repent,  
And on a Sudden Cut their we● of Sin,  
And turned them lose Some more strange Plots to spin  
E'er it be long we shall more plainly See  
Who these damned Machivilian Plotters be,  
Not Priest or sesuites all, I am afraid,  
Some lay men will be found in Masquerade:  
who rather then their Arts shall not prevail,  
Will stoop to wipe clean madam Celliers Tail  
And at the same time against Baxter rail.  
Never since first our happy Reformation  
Did Pope or Jesuit So bestride our Nation,  
They hop'b by th' English Fleeces to grow Rich  
Finding the sheep had got a Popish Itch,  
But we yet hope, the approaching Parliament  
Will find some way th' Infection to prevent,  
That this Disease so very lately bred,  
May now among the Flock no farther Spread,  
But Father Pope and his industrious Tools  
who are no dreaming or unthinking Fools;  
With Wondrous Industry, and Politic Care-  
Foresee, and 'gainst the Evil would prepare  
A new full Mission to their priests they grant,  
With to ' Each a promise he shall be a saint,  
Who swarming here like Ghosts our Cities haunt  
Where privately in several shapes they lurk,  
Doing their Father Pope and devils work '  
More dreadful to us then either Jew or Turk '  
But our wise Prince, whom they would fain remove,  
Has to the Nation showed his Care, and love  
In's royal Edicts, and his strict Command,  
To keep such dangerous Vermin from the Land.  
Ah happy England happy thou wilt be,  
When we no popish Priest in Thee can See,  
And the Reformed all as one agree.    

LONDON, Printed for T. Addams. 1680.