WHere is there Faith, or Justice to be found?
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Sure, the World Trembles, Natures in a sound,
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To see her Pious Sons, Designd to Fall,
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A Victum, for Religion, Truth and All.
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The Charms of Piety, are no Defence,
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Against the New found Power, that can Dispence
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With Laws, to Murder Innocence:
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Surely, unless some Pittying God look down,
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And stop the Threatning Torrent, it will drown
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Divinity it Self.---------
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The Bishops Prisoners are, we tamely see;
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The Reverend Prelats forcd to Bow the Knee
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To Anti-Christ: No, Mighty Monarch know,
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Tho we must pay to Caesar what we Owe;
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There is a Power Supreme, by which You Live,
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Whose Arm is longer, and Prerogative
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Larger by far, than Yours, whose very Word
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Can blast Your Hopes, and turn Your two edgd Sword;
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Can make this Titular Vice-gerent know,
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Vertue, like Palms Deprest, dos higher grow.
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Tho Roabd in all the Grandure of the State,
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Courtiers, like Radient Stars about You wait,
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Midst of Your Glorious Joys, when You put on
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That Awful Presence, which becomes a Throne:
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Belshazzer like, Three Words upon a Wall,
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Twill Dash Your Joys, and make Your Glory Fall:
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His Holyness, That Patriot of Strife,
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Tho he can grant You Pardon, cannot Life.
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Arise then, Mighty Sir, in God-like Mean!
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As of thy Valor, Let thy Truth be Seen,
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Free from Mistrust, Let all Your Words be clear
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By Action; Let Your Promises appear,
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Protect the Church, which brought You to the Crown;
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You know tis Great, and Honourable to Own,
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A Kindness done; But to Reward with Death,
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The Happy Instruments, That gave You Breath,
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Is mean; and might a Catholick Conscience sting,
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To cut the Hand of that, Anoints You King.
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