He fears our Disobedience to a Prince,
Whom Heaven protected, (he can the World con∣vince,
From Zealous Rage; and Traytors hands long since.
He sees and fears, that in-bread Wars are coming,
By Zealous Prayer created, Preach'd by cunning,
Holy Long-winded, Fervent, Piows, Men
Who seem as innocent as the prety Wren;
But if well tryd, we easily may find,
They unto none, but to themselves are kind;
Envy all happiness, but what's their own,
Have humble outsides, inwardly o're-grown,
With Pride, Ambition, snd Self-Interest;
Longing with Crounes themselves for to Invest,
For what is Monarchy to them that say,
They are all Monarch's, that Zealoufly can Pray
He sees foul threatnings, and intestine Thunder,
The Plagues of Eating Swords, Domestick Plunder
Foretels the Fathers striking of his Suns,
Who without Mercy, on their Old Sire runs;
Sees the Sons base Revenge upon the Father,
Who never leave, till all lye dead together;
Friend killing Friend, a Brother Fights a Brother
And spares his own Blood less then any other.
A wake, a wake, I say awake be times,
Before your Sovls, feed on such Hellish Crimes;
Let your own reason, cleat your blinded Eyes,
Let sad experience, banish such Tragedies;
And as you older are, still grow more wise.