To which adde Faith: then Grace will couer
Our brittle Knowledge, and discouer
What vengeance more hangs on the Scuruy,
Which Christendome turnes topsie turuy
With blood, Fraud, Dreames, Ambition, feares,
Regardlesse of poore Christians teares:
Till He, that Rockes with Thunder teares,
He, that controules the Wandring Spheares,
Doe by his Light expelling Night
Remooue the Beame, that dimmes our sight;
And tame the Force of this great Fury,
Which wilfully true Faith would bury.
The Diuell••s loose from B••bilon,
And wa••ches whom to worke vpon.
Old Heresies hee bringeth in:
So faire without, and foule within,
Some Starres beginne to loose their Light,
Which on the Saints shin'd lately bright;
And tis most true, some States will rue,
If the last Earthquake doe ensue.
Proud Gog, and Magogs Horne with eyes,
Haue pitcht their Tents to Tyrannize,
And Gyant like doe threaten those,
Who Lyes and false-hood shall oppose:
Those, who serue GOD in Unity,
And in the Persons Trinity,
They persecute with Fire and Sword,
And vow to raze his Written Word,