ADmire not noble Sir, that you should heare
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Beasts eccho out your acclamations here,
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And those whom nature had tonguety'd, should breake
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Ther silent Chaines your fulmouth'd praise to speake
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It is no wonder Sir, since that to you
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The admiration of a greaters due,
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Whilst by your hands have curb'd the furious rage
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Of Steele, and have restor'd our golden age,
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This Brittish Isle by nature fram'd to be
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Of the great World the grand Epitome
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Whom Neptune circling in his briny armes
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Hath made secure from forreigne foes alarmes,
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And Providence so seated, that she seemes
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By her to prise all other Diadems;
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And yet had she thus freed from forraigne Warres
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Rent her owne Bowels with intestine jarres,
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And when no force of supercilious Spaine
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Nor power of furious France could from hir gaine,
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Hir wealth and honour, she of both bereaves
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Hir selfe; and gives them to his basest slaves
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He whose brave Heroes in the dayes of yore
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Could beat down others Sceptors or restore
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Them at her will: now did hir own betray
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And to herselfe, herselfe did make a prey.
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Oh foolish Nation, whilst thou sought to bring
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Subjection to thee from thy Soveraigne King
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Forgets in Bodies ruine must be red
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When Members Rebels turn against the Head,
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A people who turn Traytors to their King
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Must needs themselves into destruction bring;
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Most desperate is their case, nor can I rate
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The mischiefes which succeed a headlesse State,
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This you have prov'd, and now you sadly see
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