Book II, 84: On Romes Sacrifices

It cannot be excus'd: It is a wrong
Proceeding from a too-too partiall tongue,
To say, The profer'd service of false Ro
Had no good savor, and did never come
Toth' gates of Heav'n; Eye, poore Rome's belyde;
For when our Troopes of glorious Martyrs dy'd,
In that warm age, who were their Priests? By whom
Was their blood shed? Was't not by holy Rome?
Such sweet Perfumes, I dare be bold to say,
Rome never burnt before, nor since that day:
A sweeter Incense, save his dying Son,
Heav'n ne'r accepted since this World begun.