A Throns Promotions Pyramid, and Kings
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Are Gods Vicegerants, and the Healthful Springs
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Whence Judgment both and Equity do flow,
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To cause the Flowers of Peace and Plenty Grow,
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Which bear, and yield the Fruits of sweet Content,
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The Root and Nosegey of a Government.
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For as the Sun darts forth his Beams and Light,
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To clear the World from Darkness of the Night;
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A Gracious King makes Anarchy to Flye,
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By Justice joynd with Soveraignity.
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Tis Providence (thats nominated Fate)
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Guides and Governs all things in Church and State.
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Promotion and a Kingdoms Royal Crown
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Comes not by Chance; tis God alone throws down
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The Proud; Exalting those (who for Defence)
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Take his decree and sure Omnipotence.
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Now since the Triumph of this joyful Day
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Hath turnd the Wheels of an Hyperbole;
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And Expectation hath conceivd in Vain
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A Gemini; and Labour without Pain
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Hath brought forth One, who is (without Contest)
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Of Royal Blood, and Soveraign Kings the Best:
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Great JAMES, who with his Conquest of Renown,
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And Sacred Head, hath honourd Englands Crown;
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Let all his Subjects sound and eccho forth
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A Loyal Simphonia to his Worth.
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The first rate Soveraign that was sadly tost,
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From Wind to Wave, and was given or for Lost,
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Twixt Scilla and Charibis, now hath past
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The Shore of Shipwracks, and Arrivd at last
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At that safe Harbour, where (tho Billows Rore)
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No Tempest can prevail against him More.
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Call and conveen the Hystories of Time,
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With all the Poems have been Wrote in Rhyme,
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And all the Hyrogliphicks that have been
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Twixt Trismegistas and late Guiccardeen:
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Then let the great Chronologers point forth
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A Prince that was more Eminent in Worth;
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For Gratitude (the Glory of a King,
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The Life of Loyalty, and only thing
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That Binds a Subject firmly to persist
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In Truth, to live and Die a Loyallist)
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