When daring Blood his rents to have regained,
Upon the English diadem distrained,
He chose the cassock, surcingle, and gown,
(No mask so fit for one that robs a crown).
But his lay-pity underneath prevailed
And while he spared the Keeper's life, he failed.
With the priest's vestments had he but put on
A bishop's cruelty, the crown was gone.

Bludius et Corona

Bludius ut ruris damnum repararet aviti,
Addicit fisco dum diadema suo:
Egregium sacro facinus velavit amictu:
(Larva solet reges fallere nulla magis).
Excidit ast ausis tactus pietate prophana,
Custodem ut servet, maluit ipse capi.
Si modo saevitiam texisset pontificalem,
Veste sacerdotis, rapta corona foret.