To King IAMES

This day old Demon, and the damned Crew,
Our King and Kingdome in the ayre had tost:
But that our God their diuellish practise crost,
And on their treacherous heads the mischiefe threw.
No Pagan, Tartar, Turke or faithlesse Iew,
Or hels blacke Monarch with his hatefull host:
Since first amongst them Treason was ingrost,
No plot like that from their inuention flew.
But when they thought powderblast, a breath
Should all this Iland into totters teare:
Th'Almighties mercy freed vs from that feare,
And paid the Traitors with infamous death.
For which, let King, and all true Subiects sing
Continuall praise vnto Heau'ns gracious King.