 | A Metrical History of Christianity |  |
In Heraclius his reign.
When that Heraclius in Persia war'd
The Aire so moist with't sweat, it did revive
The Roman army: after this regard
About three years, as he this work did drive
Still on, greate hail Stones on the Persians fall,
But spare the Romans, yet did other[s] maull.
The Aire so moist with't sweat, it did revive
The Roman army: after this regard
About three years, as he this work did drive
Still on, greate hail Stones on the Persians fall,
But spare the Romans, yet did other[s] maull.
A Comet shine in Heaven thirty dayes.
An Earthquake rattleth in Palestine.
A firy Sword in heaven out did blaze
The Saracens did follow on this Sign.
By Magick Art, and Subtilty bewitcht
A multitude, whose ears the Divell twitcht
By Witcheries and lies in judgment just
To run unto him, having Christ off thrust.
Thus on he ran, like to a Snow ball grew,
Till justice by her dart him over threw
First smitten by a Pleurisy, which had
His Old Consort the Epilepsy sad,
These Crack his Crown, his Senses say good night.
His little finger is Crampt backward quite
His Cursed Soul out flies. He kept when dead
Three dayes to be on the third day up had
To Heaven, as he said he should, but no such thing
Tending his Corps, his friends away it fling:
But All took washt, and did cloath the same
And bury it. But Mecha had the fame
Of having it kept in her Temple, where
He by the Eastern parts is worshipt there.
An Earthquake rattleth in Palestine.
A firy Sword in heaven out did blaze
The Saracens did follow on this Sign.
229
A multitude, whose ears the Divell twitcht
By Witcheries and lies in judgment just
To run unto him, having Christ off thrust.
Thus on he ran, like to a Snow ball grew,
Till justice by her dart him over threw
First smitten by a Pleurisy, which had
His Old Consort the Epilepsy sad,
These Crack his Crown, his Senses say good night.
His little finger is Crampt backward quite
His Cursed Soul out flies. He kept when dead
Three dayes to be on the third day up had
To Heaven, as he said he should, but no such thing
Tending his Corps, his friends away it fling:
But All took washt, and did cloath the same
And bury it. But Mecha had the fame
Of having it kept in her Temple, where
He by the Eastern parts is worshipt there.
This Plague began in Ishmael stock, made way
Among th'Arabians, there did not stay,
Swept the Saracens soon down: in Mecha hee
Left Venu's Worship, and will worshipt bee.
In Jesrab his own native place, and in
Athrib his Worship quickly up did spring.
When that the Saracens had Persia won
This A[illeg.]utists poison did them over run
Yea Syria, Jerusalem, also
And all o're Africa this plague did flow
Ev'n in this age Who had Christ's name abusd.
And Justice judging thus will be Excusd.
Now trace this Century, and you shall finde
Justice's Glorious Tasles all o're't shin'de.
Among th'Arabians, there did not stay,
Swept the Saracens soon down: in Mecha hee
Left Venu's Worship, and will worshipt bee.
In Jesrab his own native place, and in
Athrib his Worship quickly up did spring.
When that the Saracens had Persia won
This A[illeg.]utists poison did them over run
Yea Syria, Jerusalem, also
And all o're Africa this plague did flow
Ev'n in this age Who had Christ's name abusd.
And Justice judging thus will be Excusd.
Now trace this Century, and you shall finde
Justice's Glorious Tasles all o're't shin'de.
| A Metrical History of Christianity | |