Since then in anger once thou hast declar'd
That vice no more shall triumph with regard.
Let all the plagues of murder now be flung
On these curst bratts from whom our mischief sprung.
There's ruffling work abroad, and hence must flow
Mutations here, th' usurper's overthrow.
Tho' at some distance, yet methinks I hear
Most pleasant news—the Restoration's near.
Receive the off'rings which we humbly make;
Appease thy fury ere thy vengeance break.