CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. Ixxxi 
Tum pax undique florebit, 
Neque erit qui lugebit, 
Aut Guy-fauxi vim timebit. 
TRANSLATION. 
I pray for those who now have got 
A creed infected with the rot, 
And wickedly have set at nought 
That which our ancestors had taught. 
I pray for those who, having thrust 
Our holy altars in the dust, 
Defiled the places where they stood 
With crazy tables formed of wood. 
I pray for those who, having slain 
Our flocks that grazed the peaceful plain, 
Did force their pastoral defenders 
Into Jack Ketch’s hemp suspenders. 
I also pray for those who made 
A tyrant king the Church’s head ; 
And let him waste our sacred treasures, 
*Mid rogues and knaves, in filthy pleasures. 
I pray for those who have a dread 
Of supplications for the dead, 
And never offer up a prayer 
For their good Angel-guardian’s care. 
Again, for those I often pray, 
Who tread in Luther’s crooked way ; 
Or Calvin trust, or seek salvation 
In Mrs. Southcote’s proclamation. 
May these a steady light obtain, 
To find the long-lost cross again ; 
And place their faith, and future hope, 
Under the guidance of the Pope. 
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