Preces et Lachrimae Sanctorum Oblationes

On Broaken harted Altars Saints express
In Powerfull Prayrs and sorrow melting Tears
That Syon mourns, Jerusalem's in Distress
Tost 'twixt two Rocks of Jealouzy and Fears
T'implore a mercy and deplore the Cause
That hath bereft both Church and State of Lawes.

Once This a Glorious Kingdom when a King
Endude with Vertues All Times mought admire
Governd the Scepter and such Peace did bring
To Church and State as None could more desire
But too Good for such people Heavns decreed
As just reward for Their sinns He should bleed

What Greater Cause of Sorrow then remaines
To blubber Those with Tears would Saints appeer
Wherby to wash away that guilt, those Stains
Self Interest and Ambition Count soe deer
And to beg Pardon with incessant Cries
At Heavns bright Throne for such Impieties

'Tis quickly sayd but done asks much more time
The Subtil Statesman must Consult His Treasure,
His new-born Greatnes, both which seem to Chime
In Power and Proffit by which Skoales He'l Mesure
What sutes Him best, then Skoar Himself a way

For what He lists either to weep or pray
Thus doth Hypocresys deluding Paint
And Varnish ore This Lump of Clay new-raysd
Who fain would be esteemed a Holy Saint
Claym Adoration and to be praysd
Of All, yet in conclusian Guilty of Evill
This Saint is Metamorphosd into Divell

Peace is the Object of this holy Prayer
The Churches downfall Subject of our woe
Which warr and Thousand scisms now impaire
And Greevous suffrings cause Her t'undergoe
Wherfore God showrs Prosperety on Them
Through pitty shew They love Jerusalem.