Prompt bloody Desmond to those spoiles he made
On Irish Protestants, and from afar
Blow Triumphs to Rebellions Holy War;
But against Providence all Arts are vain,
The Crafty, in their Craft are over-tane;
Behold where kill’d the Stubborn Traitor lies,
Whilst to the Woods his Ghostly Father flies.
Figure 5.
What trusty Janizaries are Monks to Rome.
From their dark Cells the blackest Treasons come.