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Reader, mistake not what my warmth express'd,
Tumult I hate, licentiousness detest;
Yet sure that nation which so much deliglits
In Magna Charta, and the Bill of Rights;
Who taught by sad experience Charles and James,
That Law and Freedom are no empty names;
Ought to have risen with the purest zeal,
And made unfeeling Superstition feel;
Driven Bigotry to native holes and caves,
Prevented Martyrs from untimely graves;
And thundered in the crosier'd butcher's ear,
That Mary and her Philip both might hear,
Britons Are Free, And Never Will nii 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, Fell victim with her husband* and his sire.f
* The Lord Guildford Dudley.
t The Duke of Northumberland was beheaded on Tower-hill, with Palmer and Gates, his associates. "The executioner," writes
Spanish Prince Philip wrote our Queen a letter,
Not mentioning he loved—the English crown
much better. When landed on our coast, we're told, He drew his sword with action bold; NorsheathM it, even when Southampton's Mayor At meeting knelt, and made an humble prayer, That Philip wou'd assume the township's keys, Who, without speaking, stood at ease; Like a tired soldier after a review, 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 Akdhews.
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 Philif's coming, By way of respite from my own humdrumming, I'll give in couplets written at the time;
By which you'll know,
That years ago,
SAMPLES OF CLERICAL POETRY IN QUEEN
Verses on the Marriage of Philip and Mary*
BY WHITE, BISHOP OF LINCOLN.
The devil, that old enemy to mankind,
To Spanish Philip, in hymeneal bands.
* Vide Fox's Book of Martyrs.
With these hell's prelates join Caiaplias' race;
PARODY ON THE ABOVE,
BY WAY OF ANSWER.
BY THE BISHOP OF NORWICH.
That Mary should to Spanish Philip wed,
Caiai*has' race, the mitred company
Altho' I am not tired of my task,
Yet you may be of reading, - then take breath;
And suffer me with due respect to ask,
Wou'd'nt you rather quit this reign,
Of credit lost and tyrant gain, 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.