And none t' escape, from the Peasant to the Peer;

Nay Sacred Prelates, Princes, Queens, and Kings,

Should have made up my Bloody Offerings.

Ten thousand more of Innocents had dy'd,

'Cause I King, Queen, and Duke had Sacrificed:

Cities and Towns I'd Fir'd, if not withstood,

And quench'd the flames with Innocent Blood.

Let me but live in this world three years more,

This Island then shall swim in Christian gore;

I'le subvert Governments, and murder Kings,