ONce more a FATHER and a SON falls out,
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The World involving in their high Dispute:
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Remotest Indias Fate on theirs depends,
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And Europe, trembling, the Event attends.
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Their Motions ruling every other State,
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As on the Sun's the lesser Planets wait.
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Power warms the Father, Liberty the Son,
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A Prize, well worth th' uncommon Venture run:
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Him a false Pride to Govern unrestrain'd,
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And by bad Means, bad Ends to be attain'd;
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All Bars of Property drives headlong through,
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Millions oppressing to Inrich a few.
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Him Justice urges, and a Noble Aim
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To equal his Progenitors in Fame,
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And make his Life as Glorious as his Name.
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For Law and Reason's Power he does engage,
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Against the Reign of Appetite and Rage.
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There all the License of unbounded Might:
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Here conscious Honour, and deep sence of Right,
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Immortal Enmity to Arms incite.
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Greatness the one, Glory the other Fires,
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This only can deserve what that desires.
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This strives for all that e're to men was dear,
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And he for what they most abhor and fear.
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Caesar and Pompeys Cause by Cato thought
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So ill adjudg'd, to a new Tryal's brought,
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Again at last Pharsalia must be fought.
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Ye fatal Sisters! now to Right be Friends,
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And make Mankind for Pompeys Fate amends.
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In Oranges Great Line, 'tis no new thing,
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To Free a Nation, and Uncrown a King.
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