Upon The great Mercy of God in the Deliverance from the Gunpowder Trason on the Fifth of November

Am I in Kent? and can I be noe more
Befrended than to want a Ston to Skoar
That Skape from dainger which had it orecome
At once had Conquerd Kent and Christendome
Die-mans all though not rare now: Rubies are
Through our discentions made peculiar
Blazners of Vertues Heraldry: nor can
The Tincture serve of the Cornelian
The Topas, Sapher, and the Emrode may
On Fingers worn, Proclaime it Holyday
But I must find a whiter though it came
Not far but whence Fayer Albion took its name
The Cliffs of Dover on whose Canded brest
I shall presume to share an interest
On This occation, that noe Rubricks spell
May henceforth in some Bookers Chronicle
Eclips its glory or exempt its prayes
By ranking it amongst the workedayes
Surely the Die that black design put on
Would crave the best of all and whitest ston
To mark the Providence that did prevent
The Mischief of that Vaporing Element
Hatcht Low as Hel should our Conceptions rouse
In that before it grew pernitious
The shel was crackt, and soe that enterprize
Was vanquisht with the abortive Cocketrise
First to the Great deliverer and then
A freedom of acknowledgment 'mongst men
That everyone may as their fortunes are
Spend something on a Solemnising care
And as the Powder should have been our chance
Now Let't express loud our Deliverance.