Zion.
'My forlorn Estate
'Is poor, unpitied, mean and desolate.
'I long have wandered in the Wilderness,
'Involved in trouble and in sore distress;
'In Caves absconding from the horrid rage
'Of savage Beasts; until this latter Age.
'Yet when I but attempted to look out,
'The Monsters to destroy me searched about;
'The roaring Blood-hounds greedy on the scent,
'To kill or drive me back again are bent.
'No interval of peace, no rest they give,
'Pronounce me cursed, and not fit to live.
'The cruel Dragon joineth with the Beast
'To gore my sides, and spoil my Interest;
'Th' old Lion, Lioness, and the Lyons whelp,
'With dreadful Jaws the other Beasts do help.
⟨p. 6⟩'Dogs, Bulls and Foxes, Bears and Wolves agree
'To rend and tear, and make a spoil of me.
'I that have been so delicately bred,
'My Children at the Royal Table fed,
'Am now exposed to the Infernal spite
'Of such who still in Fire and Blood delight.
'Hatch Plo•s in Hell and Rome, whose black design
'Is to stab Monarchs, and to undermine
'Our Ancient Laws, subvert Religion, and
'Bow Englands Neck to Antichrists command.
'These were Fore-runners of that dismal Doom
'Of Fire and Faggot, which the Whore of Rome
'Prepared for English Protestants, and the rest,
'Who won't adore the Image of the Beast.
'I am the mark these Monsters aim at; all
'Their Grand Intrigues were to contrive my fall.
'If Friends or Strangers any favour show,
'They straight conspire to work their overthrow.
1678. 'Ah vile Conspiracy! Ah cursed Plot!
'So deeply laid; How canst thou be forgot?
'Th' Infernal Conclave ne'er produced a Brat
'Into the world so horrible as that,
'Since Rome Usurped the Western Monarchy,
'Which she still Rules with Fraud and Treachery,
'In forging Plots, employing Hellish Actors;
'Ah! let us treat 'em as the Devils Factors.
'Distressed Zion O how few regard
'My sighs and tears, their Hearts are grown so ha••
'My restless Hurricanes with storms and wind,
'No ease, no peace, no comfort can I find;
⟨p. 7⟩''The horrid aspect of these Monsters do
'Affright my Children, some they worry too,
'Others they seize like greedy Beasts of prey,
'And to their Den the Sacrifice convey.
'Renowned GODFREY whose immortal Glory
'Martyred for me shall ever live in Story;
'Let every Loyal Eye that reads it there,
'Yield to his name the Tribute of a Tear.
'Brave Soul!
Sion.
'My forlorn Estate
'Is poor, unpitied, mean and desolate.
'I long have wandred in the Wilderness,
'Involv'd in trouble and in sore distress;
'In Caves absconding from the horrid rage
'Of savage Beasts; until this latter Age.
'Yet when I but attempted to look out,
'The Monsters to destroy me searcht about;
'The roaring Bloud-hounds greedy on the scent,
'To kill or drive me back again are bent.
'No interval of peace, no rest they give,
'Pronounce me cursed, and not fit to live.
'The cruel Dragon joineth with the Beast
'To gore my sides, and spoil my Interest;
'Th' old Lion, Lyonness, and the Lyons whelp,
'With dreadful Jaws the other Beasts do help.
⟨p. 6⟩'Dogs, Bulls and Foxes, Bears and Wolves agree
'To rend and tear, and make a spoil of me.
'I that have been so delicately bred,
'My Children at the Royal Table fed,
'Am now expos'd to the Infernal spight
'Of such who still in Fire and Blood delight.
'Hatch Plo•s in Hell and Rome, whose black desig
'Is to stab Monarchs, and to undermine
'Our Ancient Laws, subvert Religion, and
'Bow Englands Neck to Antichrists command.
'These were Fore-runners of that dismal Doom
'Of Fire and Faggot, which the Whore of Rome
'Prepar'd for English Protestants, and the rest,
'Who won't adore the Image of the Beast.
'I am the mark these Monsters aim at; all
'Their Grand Intrigues were to contrive my fall.
'If Friends or Strangers any favour show,
'They straight conspire to work their overthrow.
1678. 'Ah vile Conspiracy! Ah cursed Plot!
'So deeply laid; How canst thou be forgot?
'Th' Infernal Conclave ne're produc'd a Brat
'Into the world so horrible as that,
'Since Rome Usurpt the Western Monarchy,
'Which she still Rules with Fraud and Treachery,
'In forging Plots, imploying Hellish Actors;
'Ah! let us treat 'um as the Devils Factors.
'Distressed Sion O how few regard
'My sighs and tears, their Hearts are grown so ha••
'My restless Hurricanes with storms and wind,
'No ease, no peace, no comfort can I find;
⟨p. 7⟩''The horrid aspect of these Monsters do
'Affright my Children, some they worry too,
'Others they seize like greedy Beasts of prey,
'And to their Den the Sacrifice convey.
'Renowned GODFREY whose immortal Glory
'Martyr'd for me shall ever live in Story;
'Let every Loyal Eye that reads it there,
'Yield to his name the Tribute of a Tear.
'Brave Soul!
