PROTECTOR

OPORTET C.R.

It is decreed, nor shall thy Fate O-Crom=
Resist my Vowe. C.R. again shall come
Though Hills were set on Hills and Seas meet Seas
To guard Thee, He will through all Passages
And plough up Rocks, and lave the British Flood
To expiat and revenge his Fathers blood
He'l reach Thy head, thy head Prowd Conquering Fin
And by attempting that shew Thee thy sin
He feels a spirit within Him that commands
And chides His neighbour Princes sluggish hands
And sayes Those have deservd to mak't their owne
And in a short time too t'be overthrown
For He's a man born Great as Heneries name
With Jameses Prudence could present to Fame
Equall to All Her worthies and of right
May clayme the Lowdest of Her Trumpets might:
Was He of all the Princely brood markt out
For such repulse and skornings of the Rout
And Rabble? Thus Condemnd to Exile too
By Thy decrees, who dar'st noe other doe
For Thyn owne safety, Horrid Regicide,
Since thou hast lost thy Loyalty through Pride
Know He can loose Compassion towards those
That doe his Crown and Dignety oppose
And mak't appeet at last such Marses frye
Are All but monstrous and a Prodegy.