1The Cuckoo’s constitution’s cold
She knows 2Therefore unto a Sparrow’s Nest She goes
3Sucks up three Eggs and in their Room lays one
4Which the indulgent
Bird Keeps as her own 5And when the gaping Cuckoo was groan great
6I have Seen the Sparrow trembling bring her meat
7But yet She nourished him Still to her power
8Till he ungratefully did her devour
9So Vipers’ Birth
makes their own Dames expire 10And Wolvish whelps do never see their Sire
11Even So Philangus
gives three hundred Birth 12Who instantly Join all and Stop her Breath
13But Man is worse cause he Should better be
14Look back to former Ages and you’ll See,
15Children their old Sick parents have neglected
16Some Nero-like their Mothers have dissected
17But why Should we look back to former Age
18When Such impieties
on this our Stage
19Have Acted been, all Nations in A maze
20For our deserved, expected, vengeance Gaze
21When Crimes to Such a Magnitude do Swell
22They are (o Horrid) the Forlorn of Hell
23Then o my Gracious God give me thy grace
24Although my Sins thy Image do deface
25Yet from Such Horrid Crimes preserve me So
26That Love and Gratefulness from me
may flow 27And till above thy glorious face I see
28Give me dear God Eternal Charity