Surely ’twas nothing but thy lot.
Though Popes pretend to rule the earth,
They cause nought but a sp’ritual dearth,
As they can neither rule earth nor sea,
Witness what has behappen’d thee:
It surely makes your Pope a knave,
To pretend a pow’r beyond the grave:
Had his apostolic pow’r been true,
Thou wou’dst been King of Britain now.
Wert thou a Protestant in heart,