Go call a careful Painter , let him show
The Poor in Pain, the Tyrant's Overthrow:
[Dr]aw the Oppress'd , their Suff'rings and their Fears;
[ On ] e King in sorrow , while the other swears .
[Show] how the Priests , in spite of Sex and Age ,
[Fi]r'd up the Fury of most Christian Rage .
[Tim]ely Stroaks let his just Pencil tell
[How] the Reform'd , by those Reformers fell.
[In de]ep-dy'd Red, shew their fresh bleeding Wounds;
[ There ] 's bloody Mercy by St Ruth's Dragoons .
[Show] how the Tyrant with the Churches Rod
[ Marty ] r'd the Protestants to please his God .
[Then] shew the Plagues that by Gods Laws are due ,
[And b]y just Merit murd'ring Kings pursue:
[A Mur ] dring Court , a Tyrant King undone;
[And] Nuns and Priests in curst Confusion run.
[Now Ki]ng-scorn'd Slaves and Subjects do their part,
[Draw] their own Swords , their own just Rights assert
[So tha]t thou may'st the Just again restore,
[Oh let] there be one Abdication more.