AWake my Muse! great Fame Allarms my Eares,
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Bells, Trumpets, Drums, Affright the spatious Spheares;
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In gentle Strains assist me to repeat
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A Nobles Fall, (would he were Good as Great!)
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Oh Perkin! Perkin! how couldst thou Combine
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Thy own Destruction, in thy Ages Prime,
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By such ignoble wayes, and forcing Fate
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To check thy Pride Fond and Degenerate;
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Shall Brittains Monarchs too to tender Love
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(Bestowd on thee) thus, undeserved prove.
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How couldst thou then in such an horrid Cause
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Turn Traytor, to divide, and humane Laws?
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How couldst thou thus then so unnatural be
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To him who was so Good, so Kind to thee?
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How couldst thou Plot gainst such a King as He?
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One who had heapd such Honours on thy Head,
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And yet couldst thou ungrateful wish him Dead,
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Not only wish him so, but in that Strife
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To Act a part that was to take his Life;
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Yet, cause thy Blood from Noble Springs do Flow,
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Would Errour and not Malice make thee so!
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Would thou wert over reachd that so the Sin
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Might be less thine, than theirs that drew thee in:
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Fain would I think it were with thee, as they
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An Ignis Fatuus leads out of the Way,
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So thou oer swayd by th Pious seeming Wits
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Of Hells chief Agents, (Jugling Parasites)
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By specious Arguments and Pious Fraud,
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Such as Geneva Demons do Applaud,
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Wert by that Hellish Brood drawn in to be
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An Actor in that Dismal Tragedy
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That boldly aimd at Sacred Majesty
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Far worse than Witchcraft sures Rebellious Sin,
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The first of Woes the Devil usherd in,
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Unhappy England famd for Civil Wars,
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PLOTS upon PLOTS, and everlasting Jars.
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Yet more Unhappy, those produce its Woe
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Invoke the Curses that attend it now,
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That basely strive to Undermine the Throne,
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When Heaven decreed it for Great JAMES alone;
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(A Princely abstract of a Glorious Hue,
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Descent of King and Priest and Prophet too;
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