Thus translated by GEORGE SEWELL, M. D. Author of the Tragedy of Sir Walter Raleigh

Oft for my King I drew my sword, Take it on John of Bucks's word; But always for my country dear I stickled;—instance once,—Tangier. I chang'd my side, like weather-cock, Yet ne'er was rogue nor bully-rock. I whor'd, and play'd at bowls and dice, But ne'er was constant to one vice. For Christ—I leave that question dark, 'Twixt Bennet, Whiston, and Sam Clarke: I worship him in all I can, But neither say, as God, or man. My chiefest hopes on God are bent, Eternal and omnipotent. Being of Beings, hear my prayer, And for this creed, my graceship spare!