Essex Petition to the Best of Princes.
Sir,
THat All-Majesty (from whom you take
Your Heaven-Anointed Scepter) for whose sake
You drink the Dregs of Bitternesse, which turns
Your Crown of Glory, to a Crown of Thornes;
View'd sinfull Sodom, Sodom that offended
Even him, as we do you, that vilely blended
His gracious Promises, did wrest his Powers,
And violate his Laws, as we do yours;
Yet urg'd by him whose Zeal brookt no denyal,
Would have sav'd all, if ten were found but loyal.
Great Prince, to whom the Breath of Heaven hath read
The Principles of Mercy, in whose stead
You sit as God to punish, or to spare,
Whose equal Hand can ruine, or repair
Our staggering Fortunes▪ Pity, and behold
Rebellious Essex! People now grown old
In Dis-obedience, who deserv'dly stand
Like Calves, expecting Death from your Just hand.