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, disturb'd of late
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With causeless Jealousies, ungrounded Fear,
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Obstinate Faction, and Seditions 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 great's 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 design'd Him to adorn a Throne;
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Which (tho' He scorns by Treason to pursue,)
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He ne'r 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 Title's added to the weight,
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How insupportable's 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 they're strong enough to stand alone;
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You, as an useless Thing, away'l 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 cross'd;
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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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