WHat horrid guilt surpriz'd the Man,
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That in each cause still won the day;
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Who always us'd to lead the Van,
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And knew no Justice to Obey.
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That he should leave the glorious Court,
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The Splendid Place of his Resort,
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Where he had all things at Command,
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To fly into another Land?
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It was because a Monarch Great,
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A Mighty Prince, a Protestant,
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Was come to Rectify the State
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Of England, by a Parliament.
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Which Settlement he did abhor,
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Who was a Traytor to the Crown;
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Advis'd the King the Laws to mar,
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To pull the Rights and Charters down.
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He always sided with the Times,
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Being guilty of Notorious Crimes;
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Gave Counsel to himself and fled,
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For fear the Law should reach his Head.
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Tho Vengeance suffer'd not to fly,
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But fill'd his Conscience full of guilt,
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And loudly after him did Cry,
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For all the Blood that he had Spilt:
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Being Apprehended, back was brought,
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For all the Evil he had wrought;
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Committed Pris'ner, on Tower-Hill,
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His Dream in order to fulfill:
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Which Dream Presag'd his fatal Woe,
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That first Advanc'd he should be high,
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Ev'n next unto the Crown but two,
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At last be Hang'd in shame to dye.
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The two first hath already been,
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As Oats did at the Bar declare,
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When wrongfully he Sentenc'd him,
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Who bid him of the Third beware.
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The King may cry, Alas, Alas,
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By's Evil Counsel I'm undone,
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Which I too often did Embrace,
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A Fatal Shaking to my Throne:
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The Citizens may Curse the Day
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That ever Nature gave him Breath,
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And loudly Cry, Away, away
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With such a fellow from the Earth;
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Who doomed was unto Disgrace,
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Before the Parliament, was brought
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Upon his knees, when in his place
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Great Misdemeanours he had wrought:
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Who smother'd the whole Popish Plot,
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That Godfreys Death might be forgot:
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Who did Invade our Charters Right,
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And in our Ruine did delight:
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Who abhorred all Petitioning
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When we His Majesty did Intreat,
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