A Williamite Toast, 1690s

He that won’t drink this, whether he be priest,
bishop, deacon, bellows-blower, gravedigger,
or any other of the fraternity of the clergy,
may a north wind blow him to the south,
and a west wind blow him to the east.

May he have a dark night, a lee shore,
a rank storm, and a leaky vessel
to carry him over the River Styx.

May the dog Cerberus make a meal of his rump
And Pluto a snuffbox of his skull!

May the devil jump down his throat
with a red-hot harrow,
and with every pin tear out a gut,
and blast him with a clean carcase to hell!

Amen!

From a Williamite toast of the 1690s

For a view from the other side of the argument - the merits or otherwise of King James II extract from the Appletree Press title
Never Throw Stones At Your Mother
– Irish Insults and Curses by David Ross.