3 Kinge. In whatsoe're more sacred shape
Of ram, he-goat, or reuerend ape;90
Those beauteous rauishers opprest so sore
The too-hard-tempted nations.
1 Kinge. Neuer more
By wanton heyfer shall be worn
2 Kinge. A garland, or a guilded horn:95
The altar-stall'd ox, fatt Osyris now
With his fair sister cow
3 Kinge. Shall kick the clouds no more; but lean and tame,
Chorus. See His horn'd face, and dy for shame:
And Mithra now shall be no name.100
1 Kinge. No longer shall the immodest lust
Of adulterous godles dust
2 Kinge. Fly in the face of Heau'n; as if it were
The poor World's fault that He is fair.105
3 Kinge. Nor with peruerse loues and religious rapes
Reuenge Thy bountyes in their beauteous shapes;
And punish best things worst; because they stood
Guilty of being much for them too good.
1 Kinge. Proud sons of Death! that durst compell110
Heau'n it self to find them Hell:
2 Kinge. And by strange witt of madnes wrest
From this World's East the other's West.