"Let provok't Princes send them all to you.
"Your State a Chaos be, where not the Law;
"But Power, your lives and liberties may awe.
"No Subject 'mongst you keepe a quiet brest,
"But each man strive through blood to be the best;
"Till for those Miseries on us yo've brought,
"By your own sword, our just revenge be wrought.
"To summe up all—let your Religion be,
"As your Allegiance, mask't hypocrisie.
"Untill when Charles shall be compos'd in dust,