Enter those mighty Nimrods of the Age:
That cursed Crew that hunted for a Throne,
And made a Babel in Religion.
Lo here they come, that England did express
To be more brutish than a Wilderness:
A Wide-mouth’d-yelping-cur, with a long ear,
Of a Scotch brood, they call’d him ----:
Cerberus was his Syre, and for his dam
A Beast to whom Adam never gave name.
The solemn Covenant which he did take,