Classic Poem

He that for feare hys mayster dyd denye,
and at a maydens voyce amazed stoode,
the myghtyest Monarche of the earth withstoode:
and on his maysters Crosse reioyc'd to dye.
He whose blynde zeale dyd rage with Crueltye:
and helpt to shedd the fyrst of Martyrs bloode,
by lyght from heaven hys blyndenesse vnderstoode
and with the cheife Apostle, slayne doth lye.
O three tymes happy twoe: O golden payre
who with your bloode, dyd lay the Churches grounde,
within the fatall towne, which twynnes dyd founde.
And setled there the Hebrew fishers chayre,
where fyrst the Latyn sheepehyrd rais'd his throne,
and synce the world, & Church were rul'd by one.