The papists lamentation for the loss of their agent William Viscount Stafford together with the dread they are possessed with, fearing that more will quickly follow him the same way. Preparations will be made for those that cursed plots have laid, for to be brought to tryal fair, and now they'r filled with dispair tune of, Fair Phillis your prevailing charms, or A fig for France. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B27430 of text R232045 in the English Short Title Catalog. 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. 5KB 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 B27822 Wing P315 99827808

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 eng Stafford, William Howard, -- Viscount, 1614-1680 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Ballads, English -- 17th century. Popish Plot, 1678 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo The papists lamentation for the loss of their agent William Viscount Stafford : together with the dread they are possessed with, fearing that more wil n/a 1680 2 652 1 0 0 0 0 0 15.34 C The rate of 15.34 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2014-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-08 Sampled and proofread 2014-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Papists Lamentation for the loss of their Agent William Viscount Stafford , together with the dread they are possessed with , fearing that more will quickly follow him the same way . Preparations will be made For those that cursed Plots have laid , For to be brought to Tryal fair , And now they 'r filled with dispair Tune of , Fair Phillis your prevailing charms , or A Fig for France .

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six men seated around a table; a seventh man stands behind it, holding a (olive? palm?) branch

LAment , lament you Saints of Rome , Since Stafford hath receiv'd his doom , And we poor Souls are left behind Perplext and troubled in the mind , We sée that God did strangly blast , And brought to light your Plot at last . Sure 't is he hates such horrid things As Massacres , and killing Kings . Let us lament his Rigid Fate , Wl , o for Rome's cause we know of late Did like a stubborn Papist dye In hopes to live eternally , But in our Consciences we know It is unlikely to be so , For God doth hate such bloody things As Massacres , &c. Some others daily we Expect , That took such courses indirect , Must follow him the self same way , And on the Block their Heads must lay , But if impartially we speak , The Devil did their ruine séek , For God doth hate such bloody things As Massacres , &c. See how the Stratagems of Rome , Have wrought these bloody Actors doom , That have been fifteen years about , What some few years have quite brought out , And Stafford he hath led the Van , A Traytrous wretch and wicked man , 't is sure God hates such bloody things As Massacres , &c.

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This is a Tenet of our Faith No other Church in Europe hath , Never to rest till we have done The work the Devil sets us on , Yet though in Plots our lives we spend , They 'l come to nothing in the End ▪ For God doth hate such bloody things As Massacres , &c. Though all the Wits of France and Spain More Plots contrive . 't will be in vain , And let his holiness the Pope , On whom we Papists fix our hope , Spend all his dayes in such designs , The Heavens will still find Countermines And blast such wicked bloody things As Massacres , &c , The Protestants we plainly see , Protections have of high degree , That none can do them any wrong Who in their faith are firm & strong , But idle worshippers do fall By hellish Plots , in deadly thrall . For God doth blast such bloody things As Massacres , &c. Then let us all renounce and fly From this our strange Idolatry , That our designs may prosperous be Else 't is in vain we plainly sée , For who with heaven doth not advise In vain are their conspiracies . For God doth hate such bloody things As Massacres , &c. But we have stubborn hearts and do Resolve against what 's just & true , Since Popes can Absolution give For our misdeeds we do believe This makes us all less care to take Though oft it makes the Actors quake , For God doth hate such bloody things As massacres , &c. 't is strange to think what Friends we had In England where our hearts now sad , Were once with joy compleatly fill'd , To think what blood would there be spill'd , And in a moment we were lost , Our Plots discover'd , all things crost , For God doth hate such bloody things As Massacres , and killing Kings .

London printed for J. Conyers at the black Ravenin Duck-lane