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A blaſphemous ſupremacy
Over the church uſurped he;
And granted an indulgency,
Thereby to ruin Preſbytery.
My ſceptre he did bravely ſway,
And puniſh'd thoſe that did gainſay,
By tortures that were moſt ſevere,
By priſoning and loſs of gear,
And cruel murders many a way,
Becauſe they from my laws did ſtray
But kindneſs he did ever bear
To all the Popiſh far and near;
No Pope in Rome did ever dwell,
That could this noble Prince excel;
For in a word he did advance
My kingdom more than Rome or France:
Neither Spain nor Germany
Had ſo much truel zeal for me.
He reigned long, but at the laſt,
His brother York gave him a caſt,
He ⟨poiſon'd⟩ him, and made him die,
And ſent him home to my country,
To Tophet, that's both wide and large.
Which he chus'd for his heritage.
Great Middleton, that man of might,
My ſervice he did never ſlight:
To work he ſuriouſly did go,
The Covenants to overthrow :
He like Nebuſhtan did them treat,
Like almanacks that’s out of date:
He did reſcind their force and power,
And ſolemnly did them abjure.
He nullified all acts and laws
