Than she’ll a rebel be, Donald.
For all that you can say or do,
I’ll never change my mind, Donald;
Your king takes so much of your heart,
To me you’ll ne’er be kind, Donald.”
A Litany.
“From the lawless dominion of mitre and crown,
Whose tyrannies now are absolute grown,
So that men become slaves to the altar and throne,
And can call neither bodies nor souls their own,