Wait on the Lord, and keep his way,
and he shall exalt thee to inherit the land:
when the wicked are cut off, thou shalt see it.

I have seen the wicked in great power,
and spreading himself like a green bay tree.

Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not:
yea, I sought him, but he could not be found.

Psalm 37:34-36

In good King Charles’s golden days,
When Loyalty no harm meant;
A Furious High-Church man I was,
And so I gain’d Preferment.
Unto my Flock I daily Preached,
Kings are by God appointed,
And Damn’d are those who dare resist,
Or touch the Lord’s Anointed.

Anonymous: The Vicar of Bray