[Poems by Wilson in] Handkerchiefs from Paul being pious and consolatory verses of Puritan Massachusetts |
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[We saw, but oh! how glad were we to see]
VVe saw, but oh! how glad were we to see,O cruel Rome, out of thy darksome den,
So many weapons of thy villany
And mighty Engines, pluckt by hands of men?
Stones, Faggots, Crows, Gun-powder tubs we saw,
These wines The Whore doth from her vessels draw.
Long were they hid under the secret Vault,
Of that great house; and there they were to lye,
Till they were made (O horrible assault!)
By wicked Faux his hand, aloft to flye.
Those sacred rooms where Laws were wont to breed,
To sudden wrack and ruine were decreed.
King Prince, Peers, Prelates, Commons, Gospel bright,
All at one blow together were to fall:
Match was in hand to give the Trains their light,
But God reveal'd, destroy'd, reveng'd them all.
Hell needs not blush: for this Impiety
Doth worst of men, fiends furies justifie.
Hell never knew such wickedness as this,
Another Hell (like it) there need a-been.
Should Plot and pay be like? for both there is
One measure: none of pay! for, none of sin.
Should praise be like Gods grace? there is but one
Measure for both: Grace had, praise must have none.
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