Arise, arise, call forth the christian man,
Against the house of tyrant Ottoman.
45.
Hearke, how Thessalian woods records the cries
Of captiu’d Greekes vpon Penæus shore:
Behold how sacred Salem wasted lies:
See, see, how Sion mournes, where saints of yore
Did in sweet hymnes the king of heauen adore:
Behold that blessed land, the cursed seat
Where raignes th’Arabian Turkish Mahomet.