SION'S Sons

Shall we (indanger'd by her Plots) arise. To curb this Whore, that our great God defies Why should her Treasons any more annoy Thy precious Saints and Nations thus destroy, Lets make her Drink in that invenom'd Cup She fills for us shall she not swill it up; Will none fall on, provok't by flaming ire, To eat her Flesh, and burn her in the fire?