Then seize His magazines, of which possest You turn the weapons 'gainst their master's breast. This done, th' unkennell'd crew of lawless men Led down by Watkins, Pennington, and Venn, Did with confused noise the Court invade; Then all Dissenters in both houses bay'd. 140 At which the King amaz'd is forc'd to fly, The whilst your mouth's laid on maintain the cry. The Royal game dislodg'd and under chase, Your hot pursuit dogs Him from place to place: Not Saul with greater fury or disdain Did flying David from Jeshimon's plain Unto the barren wilderness pursue, Than cours'd and hunted is the King by you. The mountain partridge or the chased roe Might now for emblems of His fortune go, 150 And since all other May-games of the town (Save those yourselves should make) were voted down, The clam'rous pulpit hollaes in resort, Inviting men to your King-catching sport. Where as the foil grows cold you mend the scent By crying Privilege of Parliament, Whose fair pretensions the first sparkles are, Which by your breath blown up enflame the war, And Ireland (bleeding by design) the stale Wherewith for men and money you prevail. 160 Yet doubting that imposture could not last, When all the Kingdom's mines of treasure waste, You now tear down Religion's sacred hedge To carry on the work by sacrilege; Reputing it Rebellion's fittest pay To take both God's and Caesar's dues away. The tenor of which execrable vote Your over-active zealots so promote, That neither tomb, nor temple could escape, Nor dead nor living, your licentious rape. 170 Statues and grave-stones o'er men buried [Sidenote: * _At Basing-Chapel, sold_ Dec. 29, 1643.] Robb'd of their brass, the * coffins of their lead; Not the seventh Henry's gilt and curious screen, Nor those which 'mongst our rarities were seen, [Sidenote: * _At Winchester._] The * chests wherein the Saxon monarchs lay, But must be basely sold or thrown away. May in succeeding times forgotten be Those bold examples of impiety, Which were the Ages' wonder and discourse, You have their greatest ills improv'd by worse. 180 [Sidenote: _Lactant._ l. 2, c. 4.] No more be mention'd Dionysius' theft, Who of their gold the heathen shrines bereft; For who with Yours his robberies confer, Must him repute a petty pilferer. [Sidenote: _Julian, Praefectus Aegypti. Theodoret_. l. 3, c. 11.] Nor Julian's scoff, who when he view'd the state Of Antioch's Church, the ornaments and plate, Cried, Meaner vessels would serve turn, or none Might well become the birth of Mary's Son: [Sidenote: ibid.] Nor how that spiteful Atheist did in scorn Piss on God's Table, which so oft had borne 190 The Hallow'd Elements, his death present: [Sidenote: _Ganguin_. l. 6.]