}
{ For which, religiously, no change he mist,
{ From commonwealth's man up to royalist;
{ Nay, would have been his own loathed thing, called priest;
Priest, which with so much gall he does describe,
'Cause once unworthy thought of Levi's tribe.
}
{ Near those bright towers, where Art has wonders done,
{ And at his feet proud Jordan's waters run,
{ Where David's sight glads the blest summer's sun,