But ye loss of our auncient and laudable Fasshion
Has lost our good King one halfe of ye Nation
Letts pray for ye good of our State & his soule
That He'd putt his Roger into ye the right Hole,
For the Case is such,
The People think much,
That yor love is Italian, & Government Dutch.
Ah who wou'd have thought that a low Country Stallion,
And a Protestant Prince shou'd prove an Italian.