CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. 



Ixxxi 



Turn 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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