UPON HER
MAJESTIES
New Buildings at
SOMERSET-HOUSE.
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GReat Queen, That does our Island bless
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With Princes, and with Palaces;
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Treated so ill, chacd from your throne,
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Returning you adorn the town,
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And with a brave revenge do show,
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Their glory went, and came with you;
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While Peace from hence, and you were gone
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Your houses in that Storm orethrown,
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Those wounds which Civil Rage did give,
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At once you pardon and Relieve:
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Constant to England in your love,
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As Birds are to their wonted Grove,
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Though by rude hands their Nests are spoild,
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There, the next Spring, again they build:
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Accusing some malignant Star,
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Not Britain, for that fatal War,
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Your kindness banishes your fear,
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Resolvd to fix forever here:
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But what new Myne this work supplies?
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Can such a pile from Ruine rise?
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This like the first Creation shows,
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As if at your Command it rose;
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Frugality, and Bounty too,
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Those differing virtues, meet in you;
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From a Confind well managd store
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You both imploy, and feed the poor:
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Let Forein Princes vainly boast
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The rude effects of Pride, and Cost,
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Of vaster Fabriques, to which They
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Contribute nothing, but the Pay:
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This, by the Queen herself designd,
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Gives us a pattern of her mind;
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The state, and order does proclaim
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The Genius of that Royal Dame,
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Each part with just proportion gracd,
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And all to such advantage placd
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That the fair view her Window yields,
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The Town, the River, and the Fields
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Entring, Beneath us, we descry,
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And wonder how we came so high;
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She needs no weary steps ascend,
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All seems before her feet to bend,
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And here, as She was born, She lies
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High, without taking pains to rise.
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