Reader, mistake not what my warmth express'd, Tumult I hate, licentiousness detest; Yet sure that nation which so much delights That Law and Freedom are no empty names; And thundered in the crosier'd butcher's ear, That MARY and her PHILIP both might hear, BRITONS ARE FREE, AND NEVER WILL BE SLAVES! When EDWARD's death left MARY England's Queen, JANE GREY, unfortunate, (and less to blame Than they who, tempted by Ambition's shene, O'erruled her to assume the regal name); For their default who taught her to aspire, * The Lord Guildford Dudley. Spanish + The Duke of Northumberland was beheaded on Tower-hill, with Palmer and Gates, his associates. "The executioner," writes a French Spanish Prince PHILIP Wrote our Queen a letter, Saying he wish'd for such a wife, Swearing he lov'd her more than life: Not mentioning he loved the English crown much better. When landed on our coast, we're told, He drew his sword with action bold; Nor sheath'd it, even when Southampton's Mayor As if our condescension was his due. Ah! little did the great ELIZA think, (Who then was peeping thro' some cloister'd chink), How, at a future time, she'd give a banging To that same PHILIP, who so proud, Stood sword in hand among the crowd, And heard with nonchalance the Mayor's haranging. a French Priest, "wore a white apron, and little children gathered up the blood which fell through the slits of the scaffold." VOYAGES DE PERLIN.-Vide ANDREWS. Ah! Ah! little thought IBERIA's nation, How Britain's wou'd, in days now come, Oppose of Spain's worst foe the usurpation, And list their patriots with an English drum. What British feelings were at PHILIP's coming, That years ago, Politic reasons were express'd in rhyme. SAMPLES OF CLERICAL POETRY IN QUEEN MARY'S REIGN. Verses on the Marriage of PHILIP and MARY.* BY WHITE, BISHOP OF LINCOLN. THE devil, that old enemy to mankind, That MARY, England's Queen, should join her hands, To Spanish PHILIP, in hymeneal bands. Against the match, with the dark prince of night, The helpless Scots and timrous French unite, * Vide Fox's Book of Martyrs. With these hell's prelates join Caiaphas' race; In fetters bound; the senate of the nation, PARODY ON THE ABOVE, BY THE BISHOP OF NORWICH. THAT MARY should to Spanish PHILIP wed, All Flanders, Italy, and Germany, CAIAPHAS CAIAPHAS' race, the mitred company In prison cast. But God's extended arm Kindly supports us, and averts the harm, Then say, what profits will the Spanish King, Altho' I am not tired of my task, Yet you may be of reading, then take breath; To read the golden days of great ELIZABETH. It may be first as well to say, That MARY chanced to die one day ;* Mary wrote and published several devout Pieces and Letters. CATALOGUE OF ROYAL AUTHORS. |