An Humble ADDRESS TO THE Most ILLUSTRIOUS and High Born james Francis Edward, Present Prince of WALES.  
THou greatest Prince in the whole Christian World  
If from ABOVE thy Soul was hither hurled,  
In Sacred Wedlock, plain to our Lords appear  
In spite of Fate thou still art Legal Heir:  
If from Below thy Noble Soul did come,  
Thou art Prae-curser to the Pope of Rome,  
His certain Down fall, therefore we declare  
An open War against the Roman Chair.  
Peace pretty Prince, Peace Petty Prince, thy Fate  
God only knows, neither the Church nor State;  
Thy Birth, some say, is of the deepest Dye;  
Thou Guiltless art, though some for thee may Lie,  
Us to Enslave to Roman Tyranny.  
What an Imposter set up in the Throne?  
Like to that virtuous Pope the Lady Joan.  
Sure this Exploit will open the Romans Eyes  
That their grand Popes are Devils in Disguise.  
In setting of thee up, they spoiled their Plot,  
And now their Names will ever Die and Rot:  
And if thou Liv'st but ten Years more to come,  
Thou may'st then hear there was a Pope of Rome,  
And hundreds more, who Pissed all in one Quill,  
No Laws could bind them, only their own Will.  
By such great sham's, we now may plainly see  
Not Rome nor English Church should make us Free,  
Save this high ARBOR, God's Great Orange-Tree.  
Soli Deo Gloria.