THE Converted Jacobite: BEING A Brief Admonition To all our present MURMURERS, Upon the Present Descent against France. ⟨28. July. 1692⟩
ONce being overwhelm'd with Grief and Care,
In a most Melancholy deep Despair,
I sate me down in a sweet silent Grove,
Implor'd Assistance from Great Thundering
Jove;
And that he would be pleas'd to let me know,
His Mind to Mortals in this World below,
Whether the Ways were Good which here they take,
Allegiance from Great
James thus to forsake,
And give the Crown unto his Royal Son:
Now, Is this well, which they on Earth have done?
When I had spoke, and these my Words had ended,
Great
Jove, as I did think, to me descended,
[Page 2] And with a surly Voice, these words he said,
What wilt thou have of me? Art not afraid
To question what I have done in this same thing,
To take the Crown from a Delinquent King,
And give the same unto his Royal Son?
Then Murmur not, for what I've done, I've done:
For 'twas my
[...]oyal Will, and my Decree,
That now, henceforth, this British Land should be
From Po
[...]i
[...]h
[...]ispensations ever free;
And not once buckle to the Whore of
Rome,
Who shortly must expect her final Doom.
Then what do you, proud Mortals, to despise
What I have done? And with your loudest Cries,
Seek unto
Him, who lately was cast down,
And shall no more Possess the
English Crown:
For now I've given it to a Potent Prince;
And this was by the Fates decreed long since:
And by the Word of Mighty
Jove I spoke,
That he should free you from all Tyrants Yoke.
He Tyrants shall subdue, and Nations free
From Servitude; and all the
French shall see
His Mighty Actions, trembling at the same,
And stand amazed at Great
WILLIAM's Name,
Which shall be Honour'd with eternal Fame.
Cease then your Tricks; in vain 'tis that you strive,
To set Him up, whom Heaven did deprive:
Your Plots will fail; and you shall quickly know,
That I have pre-ordain'd your Overthrow:
Your Ruine and Destruction it will bring,
To seek to raise your
Abdicated King,
Who was Dethron'd by the Eternal Doom,
That Mighty
WILLIAM should supply his room▪
Give o'er then in time, else you shall see,
The
[...]igid Fate of your curst Destiny.
Not being fit with
English Men to dwell,
You must turn off, for there is room in Hell,
Which, for such Rogues, is much the fitter place,
Who are the Spawn of a Rebellious Race.
[Page 3] Then be content, and don't pretend to Slander
The Mighty Actions of the World's Commander:
For I do swear, by my fierce roaring Thunder,
I'll do such Things will fill the World with Wonder.
No sooner
Jove himself these Words had spoke,
But at some distance there appear'd a Smoke,
An horrid, stin
[...]ing, and sulphureous Smell,
Then quickly did appear the Devil of Hell;
Who, when he saw Great
Jove to be so near,
He kept far off, surpriz'd with sudden fear,
And from his Presence did begin to fly;
Jove call'd him back, then he came quickly nigh.
Where hast thou been, Grim
Pluto, then he said?
Hast been at Work at thy Infernal Trade?
I have, said he, (and in a Passion Swore)
And Work'd so hard, I ne'er Work'd so before.
What is the reason thou'rt so hard at Work?
Dost thou expect Great
Lewis, or the
Turk,
For to attend at thy Infernal Court?
Or dost thou want some Fools to make the Sport?
If so, a Thousand
Jacobites I'll send thee,
Their Company's good, and can't offend thee.
Thou always wer't their Friend, they like thee well,
I think no Place so fit for them as Hell.
Be thou but sure, that when thou hast them there,
Thou keep them under with a Slavish Fear:
Thus if thou dost, the better they will be,
And Chain them fast, they'll never run from thee.
Then
Pluto said, Great
Jove I thee implore,
To send enough, none I'll lay up in Store:
This sort of Cattle I like best of all,
None comes amiss to me of great and small.
Ne'er sparing be, or think that I want Room;
But send them all, I do not care how soon;
I have some by me, seem to be good Meat,
I'll fry them well, then they'll be fit to eat:
When they are caught and foil'd in their own Treason,
Then the
Jacobites are here in Season.
[Page 4] But if I thought they would officiate
As heretofore, with a projecting Pate,
Then I would beg they might here longer stay,
And not be hurried in such hast away.
They've done their best, and they can do no more,
To me their welcome, I will pay their Score;
Well then quoth
Jove, I'll send you them so fast,
You shant miss one, but have them all at last.
For as for Heaven, now I Vow and Swear,
And do protest that none shall e'er come there.
So get thee Back, now
Pluto to retreat,
And take thy Place in thy infernal Seat;
Be ready to receive, when I do send 'em,
And try what you can do, for we can't mend 'em;
I'll send you
LEWIS, and make Room be sure,
For he a rouzing Heat may well endure.
Prepare a Place for him then with all Speed,
I'll send him quickly, he shall come indeed.
With that Grim
Pluto made no longer stay,
But of a suddain vanisht quite away.
And then quoth
Jove, no mortal Man doth hear
Their tragick End, which now approaches near.
Love Great King
William, his Sword that shall prevail,
This I have said, and not one Word shall fail.
For nought shall hurt him, or stand in his Way
To hinder him, for he shall win the Day.
Thus
Jove departing flew into the Skies,
And soon was hid from my poor Mortal Eyes.
This was my Vision then which I did see,
My Brother
Jacobites, belive you me,
But if you don't, the Case is still the same;
I told the Truth, and you are all to blame.
If you persist in your rebellious Will,
You make your selves alone unhappy still;
Then be content, and don't your selves deceive,
Take good Advice, and so I'll take my Leave.
Vale.
London: Printed for A. Westby without Temple-Bar. 1692.