A Full Description of The Manner of Executing the Sentence upon Titus Oats FOR Perjury.  
As it was Awarded at the Kings-Bench-Bar at Westminister, May the 16th. 1685. as follows. To be divested of his Canonical Habit for ever; to wear a Paper on his Fore head, declaring his Horrid Perjuries; to stand in the Pillory of Monday at Westminster Hall-Gate; on Tuesday at the Royal-Exchange; on Wednesday to be Whipped from Ald gate to Newgate by the common Hangman; on Friday from Newgate to Tyburn; and to stand in the Pillory also every 24th. of April at Tyburn; every 9th. of August at Westminster, 10th of August at Charing Cross, 11th of August at Temple-Bar; and every 2d of September at the Royal-Exchange; being Fined One Thousand Marks for each Perjury, and to suffer Imprisonment during Life.  
 a series of numbered scenes from the punishment of Titus Oats 
The Explanation of the Figures.  
1 In Westminster-Hall with a Paper on his Forehead of his Crime. 2. Stripped of his Canonical Habit. 3. Standing in the Pillory. 4. His Whipping at the Carts-Arse. 5 Tyburn.   

HEre Gentle Reader, thou mayst cast thy Eye,  
And see the Due Reward of Perjury.  
Perjury! of that black Dye, that dismal Hue,  
Which none but Oats, & his Infernal Crew  
Could ere have Impudence enough to Frame,  
Three whole deluded Kingdoms to Inflame.  
The Blood of Murdered Innocents' to shed,  
And pull down Vengeance on his Guilty Head.  
A Viler Mass of Villainous sham's and Lies,  
Imposture, Cheat, Delusion, Forgeries,  
Not all Hell's Imps could e'er together twist:  
Nor Blacker Lips the Holy BIBLE Kissed.  
Whole Deluges of Blood could scarce assuage  
The Hunger of his Alldevouring Rage;  
So Keen his Spite, that nothing Great or Good  
From his Destroying Oaths protected stood;  
The shining Virtues of our Gracious KING  
Can not escape his Venom's poisoned sting.  
The Perjured Slave (void of all Grace and Shame)  
Durst even profane the Mighty YORKS bright Name.  
Great YORK, to his Eternal Glory due,  
Truest of Friends, and Faithfullest Brother too.  
Whom now Just Heaven t' his Right-ful Diadem Brings  
The Best of Subjects Crowned the Best of KINGS:  
Nay, the Black Gaul of his polluted Tongue  
Durst even the Royal Spotless CATHERINE Wrong;  
The Sacred Partner of Great CHARLES his Bed;  
A purer Saint a Life on Earth ne'er lead,  
Since the Blest mary's Glorious Race was run,  
The Maiden-Mother t'an Immortal Son:  
Her to his Plot the Impious Slave durst bring,  
As Poisoner to her best Loved LORD, AND KING.  
A Lie so Rank, so Execrably Base,  
Would raise a Blush even in an Aethiops Face.  
Yet this Bright Saint the Traitor durst bring,  
And never Tremble at the Blasphemy.  
But now his Damn' o Designs are all Unhinged,  
And Guiltless Blood will be at last Revenged.  
And as a Penance for his Crying Sin,  
His disrobed Gown, does the first Scene begin,  
Too long a cover to th' foul Fiend within:  
Whilst o'er his Brow, like Murdering Cain's old Brand,  
In Capital Characters his Treasons stand,  
IT Expose the Pest and Monster of the Land.  
Then to the Pillory his Front of Brass,  
And Face of Steel in solemn Triumph pass.  
Exalted here to all the Gazing Crowd  
(No Shame too Public, and no Scorn too Loud:)  
His advanced Head, and his noosed Neck we see;  
A Neck would even Disgrace the Tyburn Tree.  
Then up towards Paddington behold him Trot,  
His Shoulders laid as naked as his Plot.  
To the Carts-Tayl our little Titus Tied,  
Whilst Brisk Jack K●tch bescowers his Swearing Hyde;  
And the kind Lash does his Jirkt Bones Cajole,  
Not half so Tough as his more Hardened Soul,    

LONDON, Printed for Tho. Graves, 1685.