Titus Oates, Anagr. Testis Ovat.
TEstis ovat falsoe fruitur dum Crimine linguae,
Et referens Sceleris proemia Testis ovat.
Testis ovat, plorent liceat tria Regna, doloris
Author quam Sicco lumine Testis ovat.
Testis ovat quòd Ierna perit, ruit Anglia, vires
Quod minuit proprias Scotia, Testis ovat.
Testis ovat loetus magnos disjungere Fratres,
Et pulso è Patria Castore Testis ovat.
Testis ovat nocui dum poena plectitur insons;
Ebrius innocuo Sanguine Testis ovat.
Testis ovat; falsoe sed qualis ovatio linguoe;
Qui quod iniquus, ovat, quam malèe Testis ovat.
Thus rendred.
PAid for his Crimes the Perjur'd Witness swears,
And shews what for rewards his false Tongue dares.
Swears till three Kingdoms mourn; whilst o'er the prize
Our Witness triumphs with relentless Eyes.
Swears on till Ireland perish, England fall,
And Scotland in one common Funeral.
Swears still, dreadless of Hell, nor fearing Heaven,
Till the great YORK be from his Countrey driven.
Wrong'd Innocence by Perjur'd Witness dies,
Who drunk with guiltless Bloud still swears and lies.
Then since our Witness has this hardned face,
Let the false Wretch the Pillory disgrace.
London, Printed for J. Hindmarsh. 1685.