Classic Poem

A false and lying Prophet then arose,
Among the Iewes, at faire Ierusalem ,
Which then an absurd fancie did disclose,
Among them all, who thus incourag'd them:
Most valiant Iewes play you the men and fight,
And God will shew a wonder in your sight.

Against the cursed Romaines turne againe,
And beate the boasting heathen to the ground,
For God will shew vnto your sights most plaine,
His mightie power: if you doe them confound,
The Temple by it selfe shall builded be,
Without mans hand or helpe, most gloriously.

That Iacobs God thereby may shew his power,
To those proude Romaines: which doe glory so,
In there one strength: tryumphing euery hower,
In this our spoyle, and wofull ouerthrow:
Then fight O Iewes, the Temple sanz delay,
Shall by it selfe be builded vp this day.

The wilde seditious, beleeuing this lye,
Did set a fresh vpon the Romaine band,
In such fierce sort, that many men did dye,
But yet the Romaines got the vpper hand:
Who in new wakened wrath, that late did sleepe,
Slew downe the Iewes like to a sort of sheepe.