" Praetor and priest in vain conspire, Jerusalem and Rome in vain Torture the god with mortal pain, To quench that seed of living fire; But light that had in heaven its birth Can never be put out oh earth.

Then so bad end, for hereticks ordayned; Yet heresy nor treason didst conspire, But plead thy maisters cause, unjustly payned: Whom she, all carelesse of his grief, constrayned To utter forth the anguish of his hart, And would not heare, when he to her complayned The piteous passion of his dying smart.

O, must my hands with envious death conspire To shut the morning gates of my life's light! FITZ.

Or did the mighty Trinity conspire, As once in council, to create our sire? It seems as if they sent the new-born guest To wait on the procession of their feast; And on their sacred anniverse decreed To stamp their image on the promised seed.

Reinaldo conspire against his government?