Rome when she could King Pyrrhus Life have bought <br />She scornd a triumph So ignobly gott, <br />The treason & ye traitor both disdaind, <br />& ever Justly conquerd ever Justly reignd. <br />But (Like an Affrick) England serpents bears <br />Which would their parent country's bowels teare, <br />Our better Genius tumble Headlong down, <br />& sett our evil one upon ye throne. <br />The Titans wickedness nere reacht so high, <br />They fought but for ye empire of ye sky, <br />When Jove unjustly held the soveraignity. <br />That Godlike soul which doth inform our state <br />Gerion-like, ye'de conquer by deceit. <br />Ye in one stroke would make three kingdomes bleed, <br />& Leave our Iles as nile without a head. <br />Cease fooles with Hellish plotts to wrack your brain, <br />Ye Cannot wound a God, ye strive in vain; <br />Ixions fate again is acted here, <br />He for a Deity imbrac't, ye wounded, air.<br /><br />Thomas Parnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-ye-plott-against-king-william/
