A New Catch in Praise of the Reverend Bishops
True Englishmen, drink a good health to the miter;
Let our church ever flourish, though her enemies spite her.
May their cunning and forces no longer prevail;
And their malice, as well as their arguments, fail.
Then remember the Seven, which supported our cause,
As stout as our martyrs and as just as our laws!
Let our church ever flourish, though her enemies spite her.
May their cunning and forces no longer prevail;
And their malice, as well as their arguments, fail.
Then remember the Seven, which supported our cause,
As stout as our martyrs and as just as our laws!
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