There did we promise, if His mercy deign 1

“There did we promise, if His mercy deign To bear us safe where Phœbus bursts the womb, Or to blind worlds we would His faith ordain, Or headstrong Heathenesse to death would doom. All for our Souls’ eternal health were fain With pure, veracious shrift our Sprites t’ illume, Whereby, though Her’eticks may its power decry, Souls like the ren’ovate Phœnix heav’enward fly.