When he cries out for greace instead of grace.
Up stept another then, how sowre his face is!
How grim he lookt, for he was one oth’ Classis,
And here he cries, Blood, blood, blood, destroy, O Lord!
The Covenant-breaker with a two-edg’d sword.
Now comes another, of another strain,
And he of law and bondage doth complain:
Then shewing his broad teeth, and grinning wide,
Aloud, Free grace, free grace, free grace, he cry’d.
Up went a Chaplain then, fixing his eye