Who kept so many whores before;
To make our parsons mend their lives,
And leave their own for laymen's wives;
Nay, more, (the worst of papist bands)
To re-assume the abbeylands:
When all our military Hectors
(Well paid to be the land's protectors)
For all their vapouring and boasts,
Dreaded to see them on our coasts;
When ev'ry man was sore amaz'd,