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A
Plinius
secundus
C O V N T E R- B U F F
TO
LYSIMACHUS NICANOR,
A pretended Jesuite.
I CANNOT now but give my grief a tongue,
Since innocence, and vertue suffer wrong;
Since calumnie, and falshood strive to wound
Our Mother’s breast, and purpose to confound
That Covenant, the Popish hyrelings’ foyle, 5
Heaven’s herauld sent to blesse North-Britain’s soyle :
A band of truth and power, the Prelats’ baine,
Which with our dearest bloud we will maintaine,
As sworne, God’s purer worship to defend,
Our King to serve, our straying faults to mend. 10
Illustrius Trajan, though a pagane prince,
After much bloud of Christians, did dispence
With the remainder of that Heaven-blest band,
Who through a Red sea fraungh’d their long’d-for land,
Whiles by Proconsull Plinie he was inform’d, 15
That Christians in their lives were more reform’d,
Nor then was vented forth, by false report,
And that, in sober way, they did resort

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