The Whig caball. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A96314 of text R213558 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W1647). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A96314 Wing W1647 ESTC R213558 43077766 ocm 43077766 151883 2264177703

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A96314) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 151883) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 21241:235 or 2280:13) The Whig caball. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Printed for Walter Davis in Amen-Corner, London, : 1682. Reproductions of originals in: British Library and Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng Whig Party (Great Britain) Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685. Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1660-1688. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. eebo The VVhig caball. [no entry] 1682 1 565 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-06 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-08 Sampled and proofread 2007-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE WHIG CABALL . THe sullen night worn thredbare , when I lay , Expecting the approach of early day : Such Loyal thoughts did in my bosom rage , As drew my curses on this factious Age : With tears I mourn'd our sinking Countrey 's fate , And shadow'd glory of the royal State . Till slumbring at the last , a glim'ring light , Methought was shown to my mysterious sight . When I descry'd a Treas'nous damn'd Cabal , Hells mounting Engins that would sink us all , And rise upon our King's and Countreys fall : Dark were their looks , and knowingly I saw , Villains they were , and such as fled the Law ; Printers , and those who had abus'd the times , Religion was their Cloak to hide their Crimes . Envious as Fiends , like Hells Divan they sate ; What would Hell more ? to ruin Church and State : So vile as these , it never could appear , Had the great Whig-land Lucifer been there . When in an abrupt voice I heard one cry , Romes Idol-York shan't gorge our Liberty . Rowze up my Friends , our Ruin's more than fear'd , Their Bulls do roar so loud we can't be heard . With that he paus'd — then said with much distress What shall we do ? The Tyde of our Success , Now seems to Ebb , nor can we hope for less : For even those , will now believe no more Our Shams , who judg'd them Miracles before . Interest 's our Hook , and Freedom is the Bait , Bondage but nam'd , you 'l see Rebellion strait . Each weak Pretence deceives the easie crowd ; With them 't is Law , what is by us allow'd . But shallow are our Plots to searching eyes , They see what mischief at the bottom lies : Our Shrieffs and Jurys for their Ends-applause , With Ignoramus , Riots , prop our Cause ; They doubt of Peace from those that break the Laws ; There our designs are desp'rate , and so crost , Bold the attempt must be to gain what 's lost : Zealous Rebellion must secure us all ; We cannot fail while we pretend a Call , With that like Fiends they Vanish'd and I woke , Whilst all amaz'd and troubled , thus I spoke ▪ O Wretched Land ! how prov'd thy curing Vain ? Sine thy old Wound is breaking out again , The whole's endanger'd by th' infected part , But Heaven instruct our great Physician 's art . There 's one way left to heal this desp'rate wound ; Cut off the rotten for to save the sound . Were there no cause for this now needful blow , Religious Peace then through the Land would flow , So Jehu Sion purg'd , and Faith did grow . But let 's Unite with pious joy to sing , Health to the Best — to Englands gracious King . Blest may he be , his Queen and Royal Bed ; And blest great James , whilst all their Foes lye dead , So we at last shall bruise the Serpents head .

LONDON , Printed for Walter Davis in Amen-Corner , 1682.