THeyre Met, theyre Sat, and Loyal Cups go round,
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And with their Cheers the well-built Walls rebound.
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The Trojans thus rejoycd, when they to Groves,
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From stormy Billowes had their first removes.
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When Seven fat Bucks AEneas did impart
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To Ilions Youth, and bid em all take Heart.
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Since from black stormy Gusts and a rough Sea
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That lately tost, by Skilful Hands set free,
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They there enjoyd a sweet Serenity.
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Bring out the Bowl, methinks I hear em cry,
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Which Belus, and all Belus Progeny
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Was wont with Sacred Wine to thbrim to Crown,
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And let it to Great CHARLES and his go down.
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And in the interim let some lovd Youth tell,
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Famd as Iopas, while each string does swell,
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In Sacred Lore how His Great Father fell.
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Then sigh each Loyal Soul fors Master slain,
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Then Cheerly cry, His Heirs we will maintain,
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Successively on the same Throne to Reign.
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Thus doing, Loyal LONDON ner may want
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The Charters had when she was Troynovant.
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Thus doing, this August and Solemn Treat,
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Will make New LONDON as old Carthage great;
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When true AEneas and his Faithful Band,
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Queen Didos Royal Table entertaind.
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