Epistle XXVIII. To the memory of that loyal Patriot Sir I. Cordel Kt.

Thus fell the grace and glory of our time,
Who durst be good when goodness was a crime.
Magistrate that justly wore his gown,
While England had a King, or King a Crown;
But stoutly flung it off, when once he saw
Might knock down right, and lust did justle law.
His soul scorn'd a Democracy, and wou'd,
No longer stay, then while the Kingdome stood;
And when that fled, his follow'd it, to be,
Joyn'd to his King i'th Hieromonarchy,