Name the Queen of Old England, whose bigotted zeal,
Made her subjects the terrors of Popery feel,
Then that glorious example of goodness and grace,
The last Sovereign, who reign'd, of the true Stuart race.
The King, who unjustly the sceptre to gain,
Had his friends, and his kindred most cruelly slain.
Next him, whom the puritan party dethron'd,
And whose faults, by the loss of his head was atton'd.
Now name that bold King, who threw off the yoke
Treating the Pope, and his Bulls as a joke:
Who not from religion, but whimsey of passion,
Declar'd, that the Bible should come into fashion.
Place these Monarchs together, the first letters take,
When a Month in the year, they'll certainly make.
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