THE
SHEPHERDS Observation
On his DREAD of
DOOMS-DAY
FROM THE
General WAR of Europe:
Together, with his Admonition to Loyalty, that we may be all of one mind,
and make our Enemies fall before us.
To an Excellent New Tune: Or, Fond Boy. Licensed according to Order.
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STrange Wonders appear amongst us ev'ry Year,
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Which makes Engl. fear dreadful Dooms-day is near
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All the world's up in Arms sounding fatal Alarms,
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All Ages and Fates now to Battle in swarms;
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In Discord they contend, loving friend against Friend,
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Such un-natural things brings a Ruinous end.
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Let us pray this Confusion may soon disappear,
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Or we Joyntly may say, dreadful Dooms-day is near.
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Can the Crime be excus'd, when all Kindnesses us'd,
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And the most Royal Favours contemn'd and abus'd,
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Shall we liberty have, which we earnestly crave,
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And yet make it our study our selves to inslave,
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If this we can do, and our crosses renew,
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Then farewell to our freedom and liberty too.
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If this shall appear, we have reason to fear,
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Nay, and Joyntly to say, dreadful Dooms-day is near.
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The Nations all round in a War does abound,
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And there is little love, or true Loyalty found,
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E'ery watery flood now they mingle with blood,
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We may wish that our Foes had been cropt in their bud
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But alas 'tis in vain, still a War they maintain,
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And 'tis sad to consider what thousands are slain;
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For the sword does appear from the front to the rear,
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Therefore well may we fear dreadful Dooms-day is near.
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Were we all of a mind we might happiness find,
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But alas! we are subject to turn with the wind,
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Here's one is for Peter, another for Paul,
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A third is for Caesar, but GOD for us all,
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That our Joys may increase, & our troubles all cease,
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And the War swallow'd up in a flourishing Peace.
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For while swords do appear from the front to the rear,
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We have reason to fear dreadful Dooms-day is near.
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Mens hearts they are grown like the hard marblestone,
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That has no sense of feeling, was e're the like known.
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There's no pitty at all, tho' thousands do fall,
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Of renowned brave soldiers, stout, proper and tall,
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For Europe all o're now is sprinkled with gore,
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Nay, the Raging wide Ocean as well as the shore.
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Since it is so severe, we have reason to fear,
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And conclude with our selves dreadful Dooms-day is near.
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Ambition is bold, and will not be controul'd
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At the infinite charge of bright sliver and gold,
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Disolation is made, Towns and Castles betray'd,
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When will this confusion and storm be alay'd,
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Would all was agreed, for 'tis dreadful indeed,
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when we think how the Nations all round us do breed
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Was it e're so severe? we have reason to fear,
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By the woeful effects dreadful Dooms-day is near.
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Poor widows complain that their Husbands are slain,
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Likewise Fatherless Infants feel sorrow and pain,
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For peace let's contrive all our hearts to revive,
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For a War parts the dearest Relations alive,
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There is fire and kill, taking Prisoners still.
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This is dreadful confusion go which way you will,
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Should it hold so severe, we have reason to fear,
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By the woeful effects dreadful Dooms-day is near.
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By fancy we range, now methinks it is stange,
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That we shou'd be a people so subject to change
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Like the weather and wind, by experience we find
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There is hardly two Ages found both of one mind,
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Which I very well know is the cause of our woe,
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Wherefore let us honest and loyal also,
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And if thus we appear, then we need not to fear
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And danger, tho' Dooms-day be never so near.
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When Peace we obtain in this Nation again,
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Then Strephon and Phillis, with Flecks on the plain,
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Shall have freedom of Joys from the clamorous noise
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Of the fire and sword, which so many destroys,
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They shall then sit and sing, like Birds in the spring,
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With a Consort of Voices, crying God save the King
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Which is sweet to the ear, and void of all fear,
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Likewise Love on, tho' Dooms-day be never so near.
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