THE Loyal Man's litany: Or a Prayer against FACTION, This present time of LENT.  

FRom a Presbyters Zeal, and the Faith of a Scot,  
Who both by like Merit the Blessing have got  
To Pray as devoutly as 'tother does Plot.  
Libera nos Domine.   

From defending the Rights of Monarchical Power,  
And then to Betray it the very same Hour,  
To those whom they knew would have cropped it before  
Libera, &c.   

From taking up Arms for Religions Defence,  
Which is always the cause, and a traitors pretence,  
Tho the cursed design was to ruin their Prince,  
Libera, &c.   

From Pawning of Plate to maintain the Old Cause,  
From venturing our Necks to Infringe the known Laws  
On purpose to gain a Fanaticks Applause.  
Libera, &c.   

From shedding the Blood of a Million and more,  
From plundering the Loyal to increase their own Store  
Then laying the fault at their Soveraign's Door.  
Libera, &c.   

From Enacting of Laws without Law or Reason,  
And then by a Trick Vote a Writ of Disseizin  
To turn him from Office, and Behead him for Treason.  
Libera, &c.   

From a long Thirteen Years of running astray,  
T' an Arbitrary Rule and a Popular Sway,  
Worse than that of a Nero or Caligula.  
Libera, &c.   

From those who the Oath of Allegiance disclaim,  
Pretending their Conscience wont suffer the same,  
And therefore a new they begin their Old Game.  
Libera, &c.   

From him who would shame us with Plots in the Air,  
And to make us believe him, devoutly does Swear  
That Invisible Armies of Pilgrims appear.  
Libera, &c.   

From conferring of Titles on this Man and that,  
And Swearing them in and out of the Plot,  
Then Hang them because— he knew not for what.  
Libera, &c.   

From the rest that did damn themselves to Avow,  
What ever their Prodromos said to be True,  
Tho nor him, nor his Evidence ever they knew.  
Libera &c.   

From the Gaol and the Pox, and what ever Disease  
Do justly attend such Wretches as these,  
Who Rebellion promote, the Rabble to Please.  
Libera &c.   

From a Patriot-Captain that once dared to say  
He'd show his brisk Boys an Excellent way,  
Not how they might Conquer, but how run away.  
Libera, &c.   

From not following Advice, tho never so Evil,  
But tarrying behind, to be foolishly Civil;  
So be hanged by Jack catch, and sent to the Devil.  
Libera, &c.   

From a Mimical Doctor who Wrote their last Speeches  
As far from their Sense as the Doctrine he Preaches;  
But Gain is his Godliness, 'tis that that he Teaches.  
Libera, &c.   

From all those who deserve the same or worse Fate,  
Who pretend to be Witty in showing their Hate  
Against Royal James, the Church or the State.  
Libera nos Domine.    

LONDON, Printed by George Croom, at the Sign of the Blue-Ball in Thames-street over against Baynard's-Castle. 1685.