woodcut of six figures outside of heaven's gates 
O REX sempitern.  
deal MAL A QVE FECI  
CHRE PP ●CORESIOP●●  
SA 〈…〉 OMENBANGEIORVM   
The JESUITS Character.  Written by a Member of the POPISH CLUB. 
To the Black-Smiths Tune, Which no body can deny.  

THE Jesuits they are a sort of Men  
That the Name of Jesus usurp with their Pen,  
In a thousand, honest are hardly ten;  
Which no body can deny.   

The Churches of God they make Dens of Thieves,  
They cajol the Men, and lie with their Wives,  
When th' are to be hanged, none wish 'em Reprieves;  
Which no body can deny.   

For Christian Charity, they all despise it,  
But as to themselves they all will advice it;  
And if they once beg, he's a knave that denies i●.  
Which no body can deny.   

The Doctrine of Devils is all they teach,  
Wo be to them that come in their reach;  
For Murder and Treason is all that they Preach.  
Which no body can deny.   

In your Cities both great and fair,  
Where conveniences are to spare,  
There your Jesuits always are.  
Which no body can deny.   

Magnificent Houses, excellent Wine,  
Their Bread of the whitest, and linen so fine,  
With a Cloak to the Ground they always design.  
Which no body can deny.   

Turkies, Capons, Chickens, and goose,  
Swans and Peacocks at so much apiece,  
For a Dinner worth Jason's Golden Fleece.  
Which no body can deny.   

Of Lamb and Veal, the tenderest bits,  
And the choicest of Mutton too by fits;  
These are the Books employ their wits.  
Which no body can deny.   

Thus in their Houses they keep revel Rout,  
Where all things go in, but nothing goes out;  
So merrily goes the year about.  
Which no body can deny.   

Where ever they come they search and prie,  
Not a Family passage escapes their Eye,  
And then they report what ever they spy.  
Which no body can deny.   

As for high Honour and worldly Pomp,  
They turn up always these things Trump,  
And rather than lose, to the Devil will jump.  
Which no body can deny.   

When ever a rich Man lies a dying,  
The Jesuits presently they come flying,  
To get what they can by wheadling and lying.  
Which no body can deny.   

In the Courts of Princes, who but they;  
Among the Clergy they bear great sway,  
And the Devils among the Laity play.  
Which no body can deny.   

To bloody Revenge they still excite,  
For public hate, and private spite,  
Are chiefly the Lectures they indite.  
Which no body can deny.   

Princes and Kings they destin to slaughter,  
For which they are sometimes noos'd in a Halter,  
beloved as the Devil loves Holy Water.  
Which no body can deny.   

For to maintain their Earthly pride,  
All fear of Heaven and Hell they deride,  
And in so doing th' are not belied.  
Which no body can deny.   

They would have murdered our gracious King▪  
And was not that a most damnable thing?  
But some are gone to Heaven in a String.  
Which no body can deny.   

Full many a Monarch they have killed,  
And Royal Blood have cruelly spilled;  
But Providence did our sovereign shield.  
Which no body can deny.   

They would have subverted our Government,  
And against the Nation were wickedly bent,  
For which reason they were to tyburn sent.  
Which no body can deny.   

Popery they would fain have brought in,  
Which says that King-killing is no Sin;  
But catch did hang them up by the Chin.  
Which no body can deny.   

Now may they all go to the Devil headlong,  
For then they can do us no farther wrong,  
Which is the conclusion of my Song.  
Which no body can deny.    

LONDON, Printed in the Year 1679.