ENGLANDS MEMORIAL, OR A THANKFUL REMEMBRANCE Upon the present Never to be Forgotten Deliverance of Both KING AND NATION FROM THE Bloody Popish PLOT▪  
showing, That the Papists by their Principles are Real Enemies to our KING and country.  By a Well-Wisher to the Protestant Religion. 

blessed be our God, that gloriously did save  
Both King and People, from that dreadful Grave,  
Which Anti-christ had digged both long and deep,  
To bury our Nation in a dismal sleep.  
O that this Day might never be forgot;  
No, nor the Papists who did lay the Plot.  
blessed be that God who looked down from high,  
And set us free, who were condemned to die.  
Well, let this mercy never be forgotten,  
But live in minds when we are dead and rotten?  
That future Ages may this thing record,  
And give the Praise unto the highest Lord;  
Who only did this great Salvation bring  
To all the Nation, and unto our King.  
blessed be our God, who did deliver us free,  
And caught themselves in that they laid for we.  
For Englands God who knew their cursed design,  
Did wisely work, even by a Countermine.   

Oh! what dark times hath England often seen;  
●en not long since in th'dayes of Mary Queen?  
How did she then the Blood of Saints most dear,  
〈◇〉 Smith field spill, and England every where.  
〈◇〉 that all those who would not fall before,  
〈◇〉 Worship Idols and the beastly Whore;  
〈◇〉 ●ey would not by their delusions turn,  
●●e next News was, they should for certain burn.  
〈◇〉 that in Smith-field many a one did burn,  
because they would not unto Popery turn.   

●ut yet after those black and gloomy dayes,  
●od did show forth his glorious Beams and Rays.  
●other Queen, Elizabeth by Name,  
●ho did uphold and Protestants maintain.  
●nd then the Gospel got some Breath, which was  
●efore Extirpate, and his Glory has  
●i●'d forth full bright▪ to many in this Land,  
●ho have accepted it with Heart and Hand.  
〈◇〉 often have they tried again to rise,  
●nd many a time by Plots they did device  
●ow they the Gospel might again devour,  
●nd in Christs stead, set up th' Ant'christian whore.  
●h! that the day might never be forgot,  
●n which Hells Agents laid the Powder Plot;  
●Vhich had not Mercy stopped their Cruel hands,  
●hey fairly bid for all the three whole Lands.  
●ow often has their Plots been deeply laid;  
●ut Heavens bright Eye hath often them betrayed.   

●nd now of late what Mercy have we seen,  
●●nk the like hath hardly ever been.  
●●at God should in the very neck of time,  
●●ke known and show their desperate design.  
●ho will not wonder, if they have their Eyes  
●●t on that Light that darkness still descries?  
〈◇〉 that its true, as it hath often been,  
that on this Mount our God was fairly seen.  
●ut surely were't not for our bloody Crimes,  
●hey ne're should prosper in such cursed designs?  
●●t its our sins which opens wide the Gap  
Righteous Judgments to come in thereat.   

〈◇〉 did indeed from Israel o● Old,  
Sometimes depart, and with his Enemies hold.  
When by their sins they did from God depart,  
He them forsook, and took their Enemies part.  
But 'twas not so, when they their God did keep,  
A handful then did beat a mighty heap.  
Two little Kids of Israelites di● sl●y  
●●n hundred thousand Syrians in one day.   

〈◇〉 that if ever we mean to save our Land,  
V●e must have God upon our side to stand.  
●herefore, O England, keep close to thy God;  
●nd then fear not the Popish Scourging Rod.  
But if we do by wicked works depart,  
Then God will give us up, and make us smart,  
Into their hands which will our Butchers be,  
And us destroy with all their Cruelty.   

But if we would the mighty Lord sure keep,  
Then we must pray, watch, mourn, and often weep:  
So he'll arise, and fully pled our Cause  
Against Hell, Pope and all their Cursed Laws.  
Oh! how much Blood hath Babel drunk before,  
So that she's fitly called the drunken Whore?  
Who have drunk of th'Blood of th'Saints full deep,  
And thousands have laid in a dead fast sleep.  
Much Blood has been  shed by her oft before  
In England, Ireland, and in Paris more.   

Two hundred thousand innocent souls and more,  
Was slain in Ireland by the Scarlet Whore.  
And now again she doth attempt this thing,  
To Murder Subjects, and to kill our King.  
O Cursed Monsters! is this religious Reason,  
For to slay Princes, and say its no Treason.  
Yet this is she that would be counted Heir,  
Because she saith she sits in Peters Chair.  
But prithee Rome tell us the truth, and bring  
The time and place where Peter taught this thing▪  
Yea, this is she that Mother Church would be,  
Yet teach for truth such Immorality.  
For worst of H●athens do Condemn this Spirit,  
Which yet the Papists say thereby they Merit.  
So by this Rule you'll easily guels this thing,  
What Enemies such must needs be to our King.   

What, Rome! didst think to take us in this plight,  
Before your Works of darkness came to light.  
Or did you think Heavens bright Eye could not see,  
Nor yet would judge for this your villainy:  
No Rome, believe it; God that sits above  
Will judge thy Tyranny, and will remove  
Thee from that Seat where thou sittest as a Queen,  
In brave Attire, and hath no sorrow seen.  
But stay a while, thy Plagues shall come one day,  
When Christ will all his dear Saints blood repay  
Upon thy Head, and give thee blood to drink  
Because thou'rt worthy he doth surely think.   

O Friends, see how the Antichr●stian Whore,  
Doth by her wil●ss, her policy and power  
End●avor once more Christs subjects t' enthrall,  
And bring them down before that Beast to fall.  
O monstrous Head with thy long triple Crown,  
What didst thou think th●t England would fall dow●  
To Worship thee and Idols dumb adore,  
No sure, there's some, those th●ughts do much abhor,  

Though some there are, yet other some there be,  
Who never will fall down, nor give the Knee  
To such a monstrous Head and Whore as thee.    

Well, let Hell plot, and all Rome's Brats conspire  
Against Christ, and his Interest to expire.  
We'll never fear, if we but keep our God,  
That ever Rome shall be's afflicting Rod.   

Lord, let not darkness Cover again our Land,  
Nor us give up into the Papists hand?  
The worst of Heathens us to kill and slay:  
Say, I●s enough, Dear Lord, and thy Hand stay.  
But now if we the Lords just Hand would stay,  
We must make Conscience then to fast and pray,  
Yea, we our ways must likewise well reform,  
Or else we shal see yet a greater storm.  
But if this Land would thoroughly do this thing,  
Then we should save both Nation and our King.  
And then ere long there would be shouts and cries,  
That Babylon's fallen, 's fallen, and never more shall rise.    
FINIS.  

●ONDON Printed in the YEAR 1678.