When daring Blood, his rents to have regain'd. Upon the English Diadem distrain'd, He chose the Cassock, surcingle, and Gown (No mask so fit for one that robbs a Crown); But his lay-pity underneath prevayl'd And while he spar'd the Keeper's life, he fail'd. With the Priests Vestments had he but put on A Bishops cruelty, the Crown was gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INEVITABLE by SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG by MINNA IRVING THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT WINTER TREE by WALTER R. ADAMS FALL PLOWING by EVA K. ANGLESBURG |