A CONGRATULATION On the Happy Discovery of the Hellish Fanatic, Plot.  
To the Tune of, Now, now the Fight's done.  

[1]  
COme now let's rejoice, & the City Bells ring,  
and the Bonfires kindle, whilst unto the King  
We pay on our knees the grand tribute that's due,  
Of thanks and oblation, which now we renew,  
For Mercies that we have received of late,  
From Prudence and Justice diverting our Fate.   

[1]  
The Curtain is drawn, and the Clouds are dispersed;  
The Plot's come to light, that in darkness did nest,  
Jack Calvin's displayed with his Colours in grain:  
And who were the Traitors and Villains 'tis plain:  
The Traps that they laid, & the snares that they set,  
Have caught them at last in their own silly Net.   

[3]  
The Foreman himself, that Offspring of Hell,  
In whose wicked Breast all Treason doth dwell,  
To the Tower was sent, with his Triple Name,  
Whilst the Triple-tree groans for his Carcase again.  
And many Rogues more their Leader will follow  
Unto the same place, whilst we whoop & hollow.   

[4]  
The Libelling Tribe that so long have Reigned,  
And sowed Sedition, shall now be Arraigned;  
Their Shame & their Lies shall do them no good,  
When they come to the tree, there's no shamming that wood:  
Jan. & Curtis in the forlorn hope,  
Then Vile Smith & Care shall neck the next Rope.   

[5]  
So, so, let them die that would Monarches destroy,  
And spit all their Venom our Land to annoy:  
If that their Power were to their Malice equal,  
And their Courage the same, they'd soon ruin all;  
But their Courage is low, & their Power but small;  
Their Treason is High, and must have a Fall.   

[6]  
When Trojans of old (our Ancestors) were  
in danger of Shipwreck, and tossed here & there  
Great Neptune soon quelled those Rebels & Storms,  
Withbrandished trident, & freed them from ha●ms;  
They fled from his Face, through the guilt of then cause,  
As these from our Lion, if he stretch out his paws   

[7]  
Go Devils, be gone to the Region below,  
Here's no business of yours, or aught left to do:  
No Tempter we need, we can act all ourselves,  
Without any help from you silly Elves;  
For what Presbyter acts, he thinks a disgrace  
All Hell should outdo him, or dare show their face.   

[8]  
For produce all the ill that Hell ever hatched,  
'Tis nothing at all, when it comes to be matched  
With what has been Plotted by Traitors of late,  
Who aimed at the Ruin of Church, & of State:  
By Perjury, Bribes, by subborning all Evil,  
By Murder, & worse Than e'er came from th' D.   

[9]  
Now Presbyter come and submit thy stiff Neck,  
Thou labourest in vain our great Monarch to check;  
Whose Power Divine no Mortals control,  
But hazard the loss of both Body and Soul:  
Then banish for ever your Commonwealth hope,  
Which tends to destruction, & ends in a Rope.   

EPILOGUE.  
With Wine of all sorts let the Conduits run free,  
And each true heart drink the K.'s H●on his knee  
No Treason shall lodge in our breasts while we live  
To God, and to Caesar their Due we will give;  
We'll pray with our hearts, & fight with our hands,  
Against all Fanat. when great Charles commands.    

LONDON, Printed by Nat. Thompson next the Cross-Keys in Fetterlane, 1682.