She pluck'd off her Smock from her _Shoulders Divine_,
And charg'd him to hasten to _England's_ fair Queen.
"Go to the Royal Dame,
To give her the same,
And bid her for ever to praise my Great Name,
For I, in her favour, will work such a Wonder,
Shall keep the most Insolent Hereticks under.

IV.

"Tell _James_ (my best son) his part of the matter
Must be with this only to cover my daughter;
Let him put it upon her with's own Royal Hand,
Then let him go travel to visit the Land;
And the Spirit of Love
Shall come from above,
Though not as before, in form of a Dove;
Yet down He shall come in some likeness or other
(Perhaps like Count _Dada_), and make her a Mother."

V.

The Message with Hearts full of Faith was receiv'd,
And the next news we heard was _Q. M._ conceiv'd;
You great ones Converted, poor cheated Dissenters,
Grave Judges, Lords, Bishops, and Commons Consenters,
You Commissioners all
Ecclesiastical,
From _M_...[4] the Dutiful to _C_...[5] the Tall,
Pray Heav'n to strengthen Her Majesties Placket,