Veritas. Heresia. Hendrick La●●●…tz ex●●…d. 1641   

England's Petition, to her gracious King,  
That he Arminius, would to ruin bring,  
Who, by his Doctrine, privy ploughs', and hate  
To Verity, doth ruin Church and State. Etc:   
Great King protect us with thy gracious hand,  
Or else Arminius will o'er spread this Land:  
For if in England th'enemy doth appear,  
This is the shape of him we need to fear.  
He raiseth Factions, and that brings in jars,  
Which broacheth Errors, and upholds the wars  
The netherlands ruin he sought to bring,  
In England now he doth the self same thing.  
To rail, to write, to publish bitter gall,  
To change Religion and subuertus all  
His squint-eyed looks and linsey-wolsey gown,  
Shows how Religion he will soon throw down.  
His grinding pate with weathercocks turned brain  
Seeketh the church's tenants for to stain:  
The crystal streams of truth he shuns most pure,  
The trial of God's word he'll not endure:  
But unto Error cast his blinking eye,  
Presuming Truth doth not the same espy.  
Heresy upon a stately Beast doth stand.  
Arminius bids him welcome holds his hand,  
Truth by her brightness, and her sincere heart,  
Shows that with heresy she takes no part.  
Treads on their mountebank and cozening tricks  
Blown in his ears by Pelagius and Jesuits.  
Which makes his windmill for promotions grace,  
Publish his books abroad in every place:  
And begs protection for his works of wonder,  
Which against truth he bellows forth like thunder.  
Thus doth Arminius to preferment rise,  
By equivocating and his cheverill lies:  
And truth to all appeals to open view,  
Bidding all heresies for e'er adieu.  
Desiring our great CHARLES to take to heart,  
And by the Parliament make Arminius smart  
Which being done, England shall everblesse  
The King the state, the church's happiness.  
And if for telling truth I burn or fry,  
What then deserveth he that tells a lie!