On Blood's stealing the Crown.

When daring Blood, his rent to have regained,
Upon the English diadem distrained,
He chose the cassock, surcingle, and gown,
The fittest mask for one that robs the crown:
But his lay-pity underneath prevailed,
And whilst he saved the keeper's life he failed;
With the priest's vestment had he but put on
The prelate's cruelty, the crown had gone.