Loyalty unfeigned, Or, The true Protestants Admonition. Being a Pleasant News SONG.  

Two dangerous Rocks on either hand appear,  
We now 'twixt Scylla and Charybdis steer,  
Our Pilot's Care (you'll say) had need be great  
It had so, for on each hand stands a Fate.  
On either hand to Sail we suffer wrack,  
Either to Starboard or the ●arboard Tack,  
Therefore in Wisdom he has thought it best  
To Sail foretight, for there the danger's least.   
To the Tune of, Busy Fame, Young Pheon, or, The Father's Exhortation.  
 
 

HOld fast thy Sword & Sceptre Charles  
sad Times may else come on  
The murmurs that do daily rise  
smell Rank of Forty One.  
When Subjects g●ve their King's advice  
what their Errence should be   

But mark the Papists wills a while  
and you will find them great  
How willing they are to a●● a new,  
from forty one to eight;  
The world against them doth complain,  
their cruelties abhor   
 
 
 

They Plotted our late troubles here,  
though others pushed them on,  
fanatics they were in the Keer,  
but Papists in the Van:  
Whilst those who first embroiled the Stats  
did laugh at our sad woes,  
When they beheld our strong debate  
turned to unfriendly blows.   

Till three great Nations sweat in blood,  
and many thousands slain,  
The bosom of the Earth bestrewed,  
like dewey drops of Rain;  
Then was the time that Rome laughed loud,  
stand sported with our rage,  
Till thrusting in amongst the Crowd,  
that did fierce Battle wage.   

Against the Lords anointed King,  
persuading 'twas the way  
The Royal Power to nought to bring,  
by killing him bore sway,  
This jesuitick Doctrine soon,  
(Oh fatal for to tell)  
Trampled upon the sacred Crown,  
by it the Mitre fell.   

Thus Church & State bled whilst Rom's whore  
the Scarlet Beast did ride,  
The many headed factions bore  
her in her greatest Pride;  
And patiently sustained the Yoke  
from which they deem d them free,  
For then Religion was a Cloak   

Nor can it be more grievous sure  
then when the proud Command  
Of Usurpation we endure,  
curbed by our Equals hands:  
Princes are noble, and what they  
impose we can disgust,  
In their commands we God obey,  
for they dispense heavens trust.   

Then let us all beware in time,  
that Rome done't us deceive,  
And evermore abhor the crime  
of such as seek Geneve:  
Let the bloodthirsty Papists all,  
and slaughter seeking Crew,  
Of schismatics before the fall,  
great Monarch just and true.   

Then will the Nation rest in peace,  
both Church and State will be  
Founded on perfect happiness  
Great Charles' Monarchy  
Will then its former Lusire gain,  
France then will stand in awe,  
Who now does triumph o'er the slain,  
and gives the Nations Law.   

Remember Kings are gods on Earth,  
for Heaven 'tis they bear sway,  
And are most sacred from their Birth,  
which binds us to obey:  
Then let such perish who deny  
obedience to the Laws,  
That do repine at Majesty,