Wrot the 5 of November-1657. Sonnet

This fiv't of November
As some may remember
Our Church and our State
Was neer a sad Fate
And should have been blown up with Powder
But God did prevent
That wicked intent
Discoverd the Plot
Sent the Traytors to th'Pot
Yet since we feel that speaketh Lowder
Now by Civil Jarrs
Our Peace turnd to wars
The Lawes in a word
Struck dumb with the sword
What Misery then is ensuing?
The King and his Throne
With Kingdome are gon
And Common-welth come
To rule in their roome
And is not this a good brewing?
Noll with his frend Pride
And others beside
The matters soe spun
That All are undon
But of their Own Occupation
For now we have heer
Nor Prelate nor Peer
Yet Parlement summon
To see what will come on
I'le tel you: to Blow up the Nation.