Brave constant spirit, none could make thee turn,
Though hang’d, drawn, quarter’d, till they did thee burn:
Yet not for this, nor ten times more be sorry,
Since thou was martyr’d for the Churches glory;
But for thy meritorious suffering,
Thou shortly shalt to heaven in a string:
And though we griev’d to see thee thump’d and bang’d,
We’ll all be glad, Great Tom, to see thee hang’d.