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The Fines which Justice laid on Mall the Queen
Do upon Record Stand and may be Seen
And red of all. Who though of Womans shew
Seems rather flaming Fire from hell that flew,
Who burnt her Subject[s] just, like rotten Sticks
Pretending they were Divell-Hereticks
The like was never known: but God brought down
The Glory and the Splendour of her Crown.
[Af]ter her Vow to Protestants she broke
------ followd her attemps with fearfull Stroaks.
---rst soon he burnt the Ship called Great Henry:
------ Such in Europe all for to miscarry.
All her desird attempts could never bring
The Crown to make her Philip Englands King.
Such Dearth there was too in the land forlorn
That many towns eate acorn bread for Corn:
Henry the third the 'leventh king that reignd
Did Calice win, which in his race remain'd
Till Mary Queen th' 'leventh of his, but shee
Hath lost the Same. And now it lost must bee.
Again she seems to be with Child, and loe
Thanksgiving for the Same all England do.
The time comes on, She out doth Cry, there's born
A joyous Son, that proves the birth of Scorn.
The Chauntrys keep thangsgiving, Chaunt out praise
---ing, Drums beate, and lusty Bonefires blaze,
------ sound, and Canon play, at th'Tower
---------vy then at Sea, what shoure
Doth reach the Hague, and make ------
That Canons roaring up the Rhine so cleare
Run till they down the Stream al ------
The Same Report he at Vienna Sung
But now there's leasure t'view the Chield but finde
The royall birth is but a rift of Winde.
No Babe is born, nor can be gaind, whose fame
Whereof makes her become a Publick Shame
Disgraced thus Philip doth from her go
And leaves her with her babe, a further woe
Sickness comes on: Sorrows Crowd in which smart.
Her losing Calice builds it in her heart.
Her Death draws on, her Soul expires an host
Of flames she made calld are to tend her Ghost.