The MORAL.
Translated from the Fam'd Nostradamus's Prophecies. Beginning at
Le sang du Juste à Londres fera faute
Brusser par feu, &c.
Thus guilty Brittain to her Thames complains
With Royal Blood defil'd, O cleanse my Stains!
Whence Plagues arise! whence dire Contagions come!
And Flames that my Augustas Pride consume!
In vain saith Thames, the Regicidal Breed
Will swarm again, by them thy Land shall bleed:
Extremest Curse! but so just Heaven decreed!
Republicans shall Brittains Treasures drein,
Betray her Monarch and her Church prophane!
Till gorg'd with Spoils, with Blood the Leeches burst,
Or Ty---n add the second to the first.
