AWake, vain Man; tis time th Abuse to see;
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Awake, and guard thy heedless Loyalty
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From all the Snares are laid for It and Thee.
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No longer let that busie juggling Crew
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(Who to their own mis-deeds entitle You,)
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Abuse Your ear: Consider, Sir, the State
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Of our unhappy Isle, disturbd of late
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With causeless Jealousies, ungrounded Fear,
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Obstinate Faction, and Seditious Care;
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Gone quite distracted for Religions sake;
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And nothing their hot Brains can cooler make,
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(So greats the deprivation of their sence,)
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But the excluding of their lawful Prince:
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A Prince, in whose each Act is clearly shown,
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That Heaven designd Him to adorn a Throne;
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Which (tho He scorns by Treason to pursue,)
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He ner will quit, if it become His due.
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Then lay betimes Your mad Ambition down;
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Nor let the dazling Lustre of a Crown
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Bewitch Your Thoughts; but think what mighty care
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Attends the Crowns that lawful Princes wear;
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But when ill Titles added to the weight,
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How insupportables the Load of State!
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Believe those working Brains Your Name abuse;
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You only for their Property doe use:
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And when theyre strong enough to stand alone;
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You, as an useless Thing, awayl be thrown.
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Think too, how dear you have already paid,
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For the fine Projects Your false Friends had laid.
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When by the Rabbles fruitless Zeal You lost
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Your Royal Fathers Love, Your growing Fortune crossd;
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Say, was Your Bargain, think ye, worth the Cost?
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Remember what Relation, Sir, you bear
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To Royal Charles; Subject and Son You are;
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Two Names that strict Obedience does require;
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What Frenzy then does Your rash Thoughts Inspire,
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Thus by Disloyal Deeds to add more Cares,
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To them of the bright Burden that he wears?
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Why with such eager speed hunt You a Crown
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Youre so unfit to wear, were it Your own?
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With Bows, and Legs, and little Arts, You try,
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A rude, unthinking Tumults love to buy:
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And he who stoops to do so mean a Thing,
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Shows He, by Heaven, was nere designd for King.
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Would You be Great? do Things are Great and Brave;
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And scorn to be the Mobiles dull Slaves:
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Tell the base Great Ones, and the shouting Throng,
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You scorn a Crown worn in anothers wrong.
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Prove Your high Birth by Deeds Noble and Good;
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But strive not to Legitimate Your Bloud.
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