And on the side their wretched ends displayd.
Figure 1.
The Pope aloft on Armed Shoulders Rides,
And in vain Hopes the English spoils divides;
His Leaden Bull ’gainst good Eliza, roares,
And Scatters dire Rebellion round our Shoars.
The Priest Blesses the Villians, Chears them on,
And promises Heav’ns Crown, when her Crown’s won.
But God doth blast their Troops, their Counsels mock
And brings bold Traitors to th’ deserved Block.