Verses upon BONNER'S Effigy

Muse not so much that nature's work Is thus deformed now: With belly blown, and head so swoln, For I shall tell you how: This cannibal in three years space, Two hundred martyrs slew: They were his food, he so lov'd blood, He spared none he knew. It should appear that blood feeds fat, If men lie well and soft: For Bonner's belly waxt with blood, Though he seem'd to fast oft, O bloody beast, bewail the death Of those that thou hast slain: In time repent, since thou canst not Their lives restore again.