Classic Poem

Let rancour not you rule,
O men of Romish sect:
Expel the poison from your breasts
That doth you thus infect.
Let not that haughty whore
That boasts herself for God,
That rules the realms of Caesar's right
With her usurped rod,
Let not this hag I say,
Bewitch your earthly eyes,
That here embraceth beastly joy
And virtue doth despise.
Antiquity, she saith,
Gave her this stately place:
Lo here Antiquity you see
Doth her and hers deface.
Lo here doth Nilus teach,
A man of ancient time,
How much she is to be abhorred,
How much she swells with crime.
Leave her therefore in time,
Forsake her wicked ways:
Let us and you agree in one,
So God shall have his praise.