ILlustrious Prince, Heroical and Great,
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Royal by Birth, with every Grace compleat.
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Wisdom and Vertue both adorn that Breast,
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Framd for the Nations publique Interest.
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At your Approach Joy sits on every brow:
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Know, Sir, the City doth esteem you now.
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Loyalty so long banishd from this Place,
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Returns with greater Splendor, sweeter Grace.
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The late dark Clouds of Ignorance are gone,
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And Faction that so spurd the Rabble on.
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Popular Cheats appear in open view,
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And men begin to love their Prince and you.
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A Caesars brother now hath Justice done,
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And shines more bright than the unclouded Sun.
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To you next him we will our Tribute pay,
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Scourge the dull Rout and teach them to obey.
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I make a Present of our Youngsters Hearts,
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Whol die ere theyl submit to Traytors Arts.
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Successive Rights we with our Bloods will own,
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Gainst all Associators of the Town,
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Those Crack-braind Elves that level at the Crown.
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Kingdoms and Thrones, Hereditary are,
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Heaven hath decred it and shall Mortals bare
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To contradict what is determind there?
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No, we know better things, but till that day
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Wel for your Health and Safety, hourly pray.
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