As Murder, Rapine, Perjury, which crimes
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Were in vile Cromwels and the Rumpers times
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Accounted Godliness, and in wrong Sence
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Stil'd Acts of Heavens Gracious Providence.
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But now (I hope) we shall be free'd from th'Spell
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And witching Charms o'th Devill and Machiavel,
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They must invent new Sleights, a cloak that's stronger,
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Religion will vayle vilany no longer;
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All men have now found their false knavery out,
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But noble George hath put them to the Rout:
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As Fabius wearyed Hanibal, he so
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Blasted their force, yet gave them nev'r a blow:
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Wonderfull Conqueror that could withstand,
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Nay foyle his Enemy without a hand!
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Never had England a more prosprous fate,
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Nor purchast freedome at a cheaper rate.
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Who absent, lo, we Pay all Honour due
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To her who is a Part of him; that's you,
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Ev'n you (fair Lady) who are ever blest
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In his Injoyment: Y'are a welcome Guest
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Unto our Board, whose presence makes us Jolly,
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Since you vouchsafe to come to Fishers-Folly,
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So called from the Founder, a Lack-wit
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Who built the House, but could not finish it:
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Our George a greater Work hath well begun,
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And scorns to leave it, till its throughly done:
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He gently does his businesse, and hath learn'd
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To move the Wheele, so that its not discern'd.
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And with a silent calmnesse doth asswage
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The Hot-spur spirits and the fiery rage
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Of fierce Phanatiques; who, like foolish Elves,
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By their mad zeal would have burnt up themselves.
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Thus hath he wisely stopt the mouths of those
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Builders of Babel, which did still oppose
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Th' repayring of our Sion; to whose ayd
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Wee'l all stand up untill the top-stone's layd:
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And after all confesse Great George to be
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the chief Restorer of our Liberty:
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And you thrice happy favourite of Fate
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Who have so wise, so great, so good a Mate.
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