Dr. OTES his VINDICATION:
AFFIRMING THAT
His EVIDENCE is not to be bafled by the PAPISTS.
AND SHEWING
The Power that induced him to Discover this Damnable Hellish Popish PLOT against
the Protestant Religion
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WISDOM, the Fruitful Mother of all things,
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The Virgin Bride of the great KING of Kings;
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This Heavenly Lady, first instructed Me,
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To free my Country from Romes Tyranny.
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The World is Blind, and they that Headlong run,
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Without this Guid, are utterly undon.
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Whilst I was galloping a full Career,
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A Glorious Angel did to me appear,
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Great Britaines Genius, in a mourning weed.
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Glanc't in my Eye, which made my Heart to bleed.
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CAnst thou, quoth she, behold thy Country's fall,
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Into the Hands of evr'y Canibal?
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Devouring Dogs, who not content with Fleeces,
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Do gape to grind both Flesh and Bones to peices!
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Who, under colour of fain'd Holiness,
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Would make poor Albion a meer Wilderness.
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Rome had her Titus, we in Story find,
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Who was the full Delight of all Mankind:
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Be like him than, 'tis not a time to play,
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To do thy Country good, loose not a day:
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Armies of Serpents swarm about her Ears,
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Ready to be devoured by Wolves and Bears.
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I have design'd thee for this Noble Work,
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Amonst these Murderers no longer lurk.
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What canst thou see the Land where thou wast born,
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Made the World's Laughter and the publick Scorn?
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Thine aged Fathers reverend Snow-white Head,
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With Fettered hands, to Execution led?
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A Pander to thy Mother, monstrous base,
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Thy Sister Strumpetted before thy face?
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The Wife before her Husband's face defil'd?
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Your Cattel plundered, and your Houses spoyl'd?
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This Famous Island topsy-turvy turn'd?
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The Inhabitants all banished or burn'd?
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And thou thy self canst not escape their Fury,
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To take thy Life, they have summon'd up a Jury!
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Behave thyself as wisely as you can,
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'Tis Crime enough to be an Englishman.
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Thy Countrys peace and safety will be thine,
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With bloody Monsters, see thou dost not joyn:
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Be Wise and Valiant, nothing can distress thee,
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Tho the Pope Curse, the Heaven of Heavens will bless thee.
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To Conquer Canaan, Israel sent out Spies,
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Be thou a Caleb in a low Disguise;
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To bring their Deeds of darkness to the Light,
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With Canaanites be thou a Canaanite.
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In my wise School, I'le make thee a Refiner,
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An Underminer of the Underminer:
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The Fiends are putting forth with all their might
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A Plot, deeper than Hell, darker than Night!
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THese words did pierce my Soul, like a keen Arrow,
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They glided through my Bones, and all my Mar-row.
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I'le follow thy Advice, thus I reply,
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Though Snakes and Adders in the way do ly.
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The Dye is cast, I want no further Wooing,
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And if I fall, I'le perish by well doing:
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With an undaunted Courage I'le march on,
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Till I have past this River Rubicon.
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Like the brave Roman Caesar, lo, I stand,
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Though Rome encounter me by Sea and Land.
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A Joshua to this Land, good News I bring:
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A Faithful Mordecai unto my King:
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Romes stinking Holiness begins to Taint,
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Where every Murderer is made a Saint.
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Hold up thy head, Great Britain, thou shalt see
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Accursed Haman hanging on a Tree:
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This Resolution in my mind did fall,
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That for a time, I was not I at all!
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The Fire of Love so flamed in my Breast,
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For Englands safety I could take no rest!
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The Dove did shine like a bright morning Sun,
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And put the Murdering Dragon to the run:
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The Lamb he was my Counsellor, who said,
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Find out those horrid Treasons that are laid
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Against thy Native Soyl, whose Funeral Bell
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Is now rung-out by all the Powers of Hell:
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A Grave prepared, a Gulf doth open stand
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To swallow all the People of this Land,
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Arise, the Angel said, It is THY Lot,
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To sound the bottom of this Hellish PLOT,
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Guided along by Providence Divine,
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Rip through the Bowels of this Dark Design:
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I, mount the Alpes, stand for fair Italy,
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To sound Romes machivillian Pollicy:
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I swiftly post through Flanders, pleasant France,
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To the Castillian Court, I did advance:
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I there unrip't the bowels of this PLOT,
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Saw how these Nations at fair England Shot,
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In all those Countrys which foul Treason breeds,
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I suckt sweet Honey from most poysonous weeds;
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Of which an Antidote I did compound,
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To Cure fair England of her secret Wound.
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That I might give them their own bitter Pill,
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I kept the Coppies of their Letters still;
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Laden with spoils of Treachery and Treason,
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I came unto my King, had I not reason?
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My many years Intelligence, I brought
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Unto his hands, and how his LIFE was sought.
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Tho all the people had their Sentence read,
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Yet HE, their King, this dismal Daunce must lead.
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He did receive me with a gratious Eye,
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For at the stake his Sacred Life did lye.
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All Nations trust the Sword for their Defence,
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But England, thou art sav'd by Providence!
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For being Blind, thou didst not see nor know,
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The Arm was up to give the fatal Blow!
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Hood-winkt asleep, thou hadst forever been,
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Had not wise Providence stept-in between.
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Armies of Angels, stood in battel aray,
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Their General did fight for thee this day.
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Let not the name of Otes live, let it dye,
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And in the Grave of dark Oblivion lye:
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Let Bedloe, Otes and Dugdale be forgot,
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For they were not discoveres of this Plot;
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These were but Harps in Great Jehovahs hand,
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On whom he plaid to save a Sinful Land:
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Our General he did call, and we Obey'd,
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We were the Instruments on whom he plaid
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A Tune so pleasant on the Humble Lyre,
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That all succeeding Ages will admire!
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To this Great God the Ancient of days
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Let us give all the Honor and the Praise,
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Who brought a Daniel from the Lions Den,
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And sav'd us from the Hands of Wicked men:
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His Eye hath rais'd to Life with one sweet Ray,
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A Nation that upon its Death Bed lay.
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Henceforth Great Britain show thy smiling Face,
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In thee is Born a Child of Heavenly Race,
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Sprung from the Loyns of the Immortal Dove,
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Wisdom his Mother, and his Sire is Love:
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Riding Tryumphant on his Milk white Steed,
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This Prince shall Cure the Nations that now bleed:
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Envy and Malice shall fall down before him,
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The Blackmore and the Indian shall adore him!
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Into his Fold all Nations he will gather,
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Our Noble King shall be a Nursing Father:
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Sweet Peace o're all the Earth shall then be sown,
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Stiff-neck'd Rebellion shall no more be known;
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Both King and Subject in one Yoak shall draw,
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The Princes Will shall be the Subjects Law:
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The Prince with such Commanding Love shall sway,
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The Peoplle will take pleasure to obey:
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They shall rejoyce when they do understand
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All Arbitrary power is in his hand:
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A full Confinement is full Liberty,
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And when they most are bound, they are most free:
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No Council to Direct his Just Commands,
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For Wisdom always at his Elbow stands:
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No heavy Tax can move the Peoples Gall,
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For they are willing to surrender all:
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Both Prince and People sit upon one Throne,
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For Prince and People perfectly are one:
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Full Union and Communion here we find,
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One Life, one Love, one Soul, one undivided Mind:
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But e're this come to pass, we clearly see
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Disturbances in every place shall be;
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The Elements shall quarrel with each Star,
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Dame Nature with herself shall be at War:
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The whole Creation that hath bin accurst,
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Shall fall into a Chaos, as at first:
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In all the World there will be strong Delusion,
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Darkness and Death, Confusion on Confusion:
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When this Black Cloud is o're, what will ensue?
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The Master Builder will Build all things new,
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When this old House is burnt that's made of Clay,
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Hee'l Build a Pallace that shall ne're decay:
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The Soul, in fine, being Purged from Dross and Tin,
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Shall now spring up a Glorious Cherubin.
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A New Sun in the Firmament shall rise,
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Whose Glorious Beams shall dazle Mortal Eyes!
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The Stars shall be refin'd which now we see,
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And this dull Lump a Paradice will be,
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Throu Storms and Tempests we no more shall pass,
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For we shall Sayl upon the Sea of Glass:
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New Stars, new Planets guide the Heavenly flore,
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Such as by Men were never seen before:
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The little Birds on every Bough shall Sing,
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No Winter but an Everlasting Spring.
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Fresh flourishing Youth shall everything restore,
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Old Age is past; and Man shall Dye no more;
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Sickness and Sorrow are forever fled,
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All Tears are wip'd away, and Death is dead.
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LONDON, Printed in the Year MDCLXXX.
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