114:01,000[' ]| 114:01,000[' ]| 114:01,001[A ]| Rouse, Rouse, my Muse; why dost thou silent lie 114:01,002[A ]| When Truth is oppressed, and Mischief soars so$5#1$ high! 114:01,003[A ]| Rouse then, and lash with thy severest Rage 114:01,004[A ]| The ingratitude of a Rebellious Age. 114:01,005[A ]| Oh Albion, (to$4$ all sense of Glory dead) 114:01,006[A ]| Whither is all thy ancient Grandeur fled? 114:01,007[A ]| That$6#2$ Grandeur, which$6#1$ through France in$4$ Triumph flew, 114:01,008[A ]| And only Came, and Saw, and did Subdue: 114:01,009[A ]| In$4$ vain vast Bulwarks, and strong Walls oppose 114:01,010[A ]| Against a Fate, which$6#1$ was more strong than those; 114:01,011[A ]| A Fate, by$4$ which$6#1$ our Victories flew like$4$ Wind, 114:01,012[A ]| And left swift Fame panting for$4$ Breath behind. 114:01,013[A ]| That$6#2$ Grandeur which$6#1$ once met the Pride of Spain, 114:01,014[A ]| Like$4$ a huge City, floating on$4$ the Main; 114:01,015[A ]| Met it, and to$4$ the bottom sunk it down: 114:01,016[A ]| Oh ancient Glory! Oh unmatched Renown! 114:01,017[A ]| And Oh the uncertain state of all that$6#1$ is high! 114:01,018[A ]| Those Masts which$6#1$ lately seemed to$9$ touch the Sky, 114:01,019[A ]| Now low in$4$ the vast Ocean's Womb do lie; 114:01,020[A ]| And where the Armada did its Pride display, 114:01,021[A ]| Fishes resort, and wanton Dolphins play: 114:01,022[A ]| Hard Fate! and yet they are happier far than we, 114:01,023[A ]| From all the sad events of Discord free; 114:01,024[A ]| For$3$ there they lie secure, and now no$2$ more 114:01,025[A ]| Will$1$ mount the foaming Waves as heretofore, 114:01,026[A ]| But quite beneath them, never hear them roar. 114:01,027[A ]| Nor stopped thy Genius here; but with the Sun, 114:01,028[A ]| Round the vast Circuit of the Globe has run, 114:01,029[A ]| And came home covered with the Laurels won. 114:01,030[A ]| But Ah! what art thou now become? a Den 114:01,031[A ]| Of Murderers, Monsters, and perfidious Men: 114:01,032[A ]| What Victories now dost thou achieve or win? 114:01,033[A ]| As once in$4$ Arms, so$3$ now thou art chief in$4$ Sin, 114:01,034[A ]| Hissed at without, and damned to$4$ Strife within. 114:01,035[A ]| Happy the Times, when Man rejoiced to$9$ pay 114:01,036[A ]| All just Obedience to$4$ the Regal Sway; 114:01,037[A ]| But now Rebellious Rage is grown so$5#1$ high, 114:01,038[A ]| Man's Cruelty does Savage Beasts out-vie; 114:01,039[A ]| For$3$ they all Tremble when the Lions Roar, 114:01,040[A ]| And grow as Tame as they were Wild before: 114:01,041[A ]| To$4$ their great Chiefs they all Obedience pay: 114:01,042[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ they prove us greater Beasts than they: 114:01,043[A ]| For$3$ Man, base Man, will$1$ no$2$ Obedience own, 114:01,044[A ]| But in$4$ Contempt of it their Kings dethrone, 114:01,045[A ]| Although they know (as what they ought to$9$ fear) 114:01,046[A ]| They Stab at God in$4$ his Vicegerents here. 114:01,047[A ]| The Treacherous Jews that$6#1$ never stopped at Ills, 114:01,048[A ]| But traced the Bent of their unbounded Wills; 114:01,049[A ]| Though one (perhaps) drunk with Ambitious Rage, 114:01,050[A ]| (For$3$ Villains are produced in$4$ every Age) 114:01,051[A ]| All ties of God and Nature might disown; 114:01,052[A ]| And on$4$ his Sovereign's Blood erect his Throne: 114:01,053[A ]| Yet I never read the Factious Chiefs did join, 114:01,054[A ]| Associated in$4$ one Damned Design; 114:01,055[A ]| Or that$3$ they were such vain fantastic things, 114:01,056[A ]| To$9$ think that$3$ God designed them all for$4$ Kings: 114:01,057[A ]| As our Religious Rebels did of late 114:01,058[A ]| When they overthrew the long established State, 114:01,059[A ]| And made three Nations groan beneath the weight: 114:01,060[A ]| Brought down their God-like Sovereign to$4$ the Block 114:01,061[A ]| And which$6#1$ was worse ~~ 114:01,062[A ]| Worse than the Bonds of Loyalty when broke, 114:01,063[A ]| Proclaimed that$3$ Justice gave the bitter Stroke. 114:01,064[A ]| Vile Brood! can Justice an Injustice do? 114:01,065[A ]| Could ye, when false, at the same time be true? 114:01,066[A ]| At once be Royalists and Traitors too? 114:01,067[A ]| No$7$, no$7$, witness how unconcerned ye stood, 114:01,068[A ]| And bathed your hands in$4$ your dear Sovereign's Blood. 114:01,069[A ]| Ah! Righteous God that$6#1$ sittest in$4$ Peace above; 114:01,070[A ]| From whence thou showerest eternal streams of Love 114:01,071[A ]| Down on$4$ thy Church below: what was it then 114:01,072[A ]| Drew down this Plague? that$3$ Sacrilegious Men 114:01,073[A ]| Should Plunder that$6#2$, and Rob the Land of more 114:01,074[A ]| Than ever it was Blessed with heretofore; 114:01,075[A ]| A King so$5#1$ Good, so$5#1$ Merciful, and Just, 114:01,076[A ]| His chief delight was to$9$ pursue his Trust; 114:01,077[A ]| So$5#1$ far from thinking or creating Strife, 114:01,078[A ]| He blessed that$6#2$ Hand that$6#1$ took away his Life. 114:01,079[A ]| But tell me, ye ungodly treacherous Crew; 114:01,080[A ]| Take it to$4$ yourselves to$4$ whom it is truly due; 114:01,081[A ]| For$3$ as things heavy to$4$ the Centre tend, 114:01,082[A ]| As Showers on$4$ Earth do fall, or Flames ascend, 114:01,083[A ]| And in$4$ short, all to$4$ their allotted place; 114:01,084[A ]| So$3$ Villainy, and everything that$6#1$ is base, 114:01,085[A ]| Flies to$4$ your Hearts, as to$4$ its proper Sphere, 114:01,086[A ]| And finds an everlasting Centre there.) 114:01,087[A ]| Oh! tell me, where is the Fame that$6#1$ does succeed 114:01,088[A ]| That$6#2$ (still deplored by$4$ me) prodigious deed? 114:01,089[A ]| A deed so$5#1$ far beyond all flights of ill, 114:01,090[A ]| It can not be matched in$4$ the Records of Hell: 114:01,091[A ]| A deed so$5#1$ damned! as if designed to$9$ vie 114:01,092[A ]| Even with the Jews' boundless Impiety, 114:01,093[A ]| When they doomed Christ unjustly to$4$ the Cross; 114:01,094[A ]| And frighted Nature trembled at the loss. 114:01,095[A ]| But this you will$1$ say was Mercy from above, 114:01,096[A ]| To$9$ show the extent of Heaven's eternal Love; 114:01,097[A ]| Or else the Jews might here pretend some cause 114:01,098[A ]| For$4$ his annulling their Mosaic Laws: 114:01,099[A ]| But ah! what cause had you, perfidious Brood, 114:01,100[A ]| To$9$ stain your hands in$4$ that$6#2$ illustrious Blood, 114:01,101[A ]| Which$6#1$ never was employed but for$4$ your Good? 114:01,102[A ]| Or was it done because it was your will$0$? 114:01,103[A ]| (That$6#2$ potent Cause by$4$ which$6#1$ you are governed still ~~) 114:01,104[A ]| Oh cursed effects of Arbitrary Zeal! 114:01,105[A ]| I know you will$1$ say, it was your design to$9$ be 114:01,106[A ]| From servile Slavery and Oppression free; 114:01,107[A ]| But those that$6#1$ shoot at random in$4$ the Night 114:01,108[A ]| When darkness rules may sooner hit the White; 114:01,109[A ]| They must be wrong who$6#1$ never were in$4$ the right: 114:01,110[A ]| For$3$ when through all your treacherous Paths you had ran, 114:01,111[A ]| Adverse to$4$ all the Laws of God and Man; 114:01,112[A ]| Had you at last your expectations Crowned? 114:01,113[A ]| Or was the Liberty, you sought for$4$, found? 114:01,114[A ]| (Indeed it were unjust to$9$ think it should; 114:01,115[A ]| The way to$4$ Peace lies not through War and Blood) 114:01,116[A ]| No$7$, no$7$, that$6#2$ Popular Idol of your own, 114:01,117[A ]| That$6#2$ load of Beast which$6#1$ once defiled the Throne, 114:01,118[A ]| That$6#2$ Deity, which$6#1$ your own Hands had made, 114:01,119[A ]| And then with so$5#1$ much frantic Zeal obeyed, 114:01,120[A ]| Did all your Rights and Liberties invade; 114:01,121[A ]| Those Liberties ye had so$5#1$ long enjoyed, 114:01,122[A ]| And could not be, but by$4$ yourselves destroyed; 114:01,123[A ]| Those Rights, which$6#1$ with an unexhausted spring, 114:01,124[A ]| Forever flowed from your indulgent King: 114:01,125[A ]| Those Rights did an Usurping Conqueror 114:01,126[A ]| Ravish, and make you Slaves to$4$ a lawless Power; 114:01,127[A ]| For$3$ how could he Protect, that$6#1$ did Devour? 114:01,128[A ]| Nay the base Sanhedrim, whose lawless Pride 114:01,129[A ]| Had to$4$ their King his Regal Dues denied, 114:01,130[A ]| With open Hands the Tyrant's Lust supplied; 114:01,131[A ]| Which$6#1$ their proud Stores to$4$ an Ebb as low did bring, 114:01,132[A ]| As they were full when they denied their King. 114:01,133[A ]| Thus by$4$ their Aid he did the War commence, 114:01,134[A ]| And made them wretched at their own expense. 114:01,135[A ]| A just reward for$4$ raising Civil-war, 114:01,136[A ]| (And may no$2$ Traitors ever better fare) 114:01,137[A ]| A fond imagined freedom to$9$ restore 114:01,138[A ]| When we had all our Hearts could wish before: 114:01,139[A ]| It was justly lost then, when we sought for$4$ more. 114:01,140[A ]| But lo! the Scenes are shifted straight, and lo! 114:01,141[A ]| His God's, his King's and his own Country's Foe, 114:01,142[A ]| Is in$4$ a moment fallen! it was Death that$6#1$ gave 114:01,143[A ]| The fatal Stroke and sent him to$4$ the Grave; 114:01,144[A ]| Where he no$2$ sooner entered, but the slain, 114:01,145[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ the Vales of horror did remain, 114:01,146[A ]| With dismal Groans pierced all the neighbouring Air, 114:01,147[A ]| As if he had been denied an entrance there: 114:01,148[A ]| Nor were the dire foreboding Omens vain; 114:01,149[A ]| The Grave could not such Villainy contain, 114:01,150[A ]| But from its Entrails spewed him back again. 114:01,151[A ]| Thus he, who$6#1$ while he lived no$2$ freedom gave 114:01,152[A ]| Had not, in$4$ death, the freedom of a Slave, 114:01,153[A ]| The poor allowance of a six-foot Grave: 114:01,154[A ]| Like$4$ the proud Persian, in$4$ the Air he hung; 114:01,155[A ]| Like$4$ him too, the Reproach of every Tongue. 114:01,156[A ]| Ravens, and all the inferior Fowls of Prey, 114:01,157[A ]| Which$6#1$ used to$9$ hover round where Carrion lay, 114:01,158[A ]| Croaked at the Tyrant ~~ croaked and flew away. 114:01,159[A ]| And now of all his noisy Pomp and Fame, 114:01,160[A ]| Nothing survives but a reproachful Name. 114:01,161[A ]| Thus Treachery though it may a while shine bright, 114:01,162[A ]| As Meteors at a blaze lose all their light; 114:01,163[A ]| And what they had from the dull Earth before, 114:01,164[A ]| When once it is dissolved, is seen no$2$ more. 114:01,165[A ]| And now (methinks) I see the Sun appear, 114:01,166[A ]| Nor is it only thought, for$3$ lo he is here: 114:01,167[A ]| With gentle Beams he first proclaims the Day, 114:01,168[A ]| Then drives at once the unwholesome Damps away. 114:01,169[A ]| Ah welcome, Sacred Sir, welcome as Sight 114:01,170[A ]| To$4$ those who$6#1$ from their births have groped in$4$ night 114:01,171[A ]| And never hoped to$9$ view the cheerful light: 114:01,172[A ]| Welcome as Spring, after a bitter Frost; 114:01,173[A ]| Welcome as Peace, where Peace has long been lost. 114:01,174[A ]| What shall I say? O what eternal spring 114:01,175[A ]| Can furnish Words, or set my Thoughts on$4$ wing 114:01,176[A ]| To$9$ bless his Welcome, and his Praises sing! 114:01,177[A ]| But hold, my Muse; in$4$ vain that$6#2$ pitch you would fly, 114:01,178[A ]| For$3$ Language there must yield, as well as I: 114:01,179[A ]| Back then to$4$ thy own Task, and scourge the times, 114:01,180[A ]| Revile their Follies, and disclose their Crimes; 114:01,181[A ]| How cankered Villains into corners run, 114:01,182[A ]| And blushed at the vile deeds their Hands had done; 114:01,183[A ]| But deeds of darkness dare not view the Sun: 114:01,184[A ]| Too well they knew the Mischiefs that$6#1$ they wrought 114:01,185[A ]| Were unrevenged, and trembled at the Thought; 114:01,186[A ]| As fearing (what indeed they ought to$9$ fear) 114:01,187[A ]| That$3$ Vengeance for$4$ their Treachery now was near: 114:01,188[A ]| But God-like Kindness (as in$4$ Man's first Fall) 114:01,189[A ]| Gave them an Act of Grace, and cancelled all. 114:01,190[A ]| An Act! which$6#1$ Reason is at a loss to$9$ scan; 114:01,191[A ]| And proves the Giver something more than Man; 114:01,192[A ]| Whose Goodness we in$4$ vain would comprehend, 114:01,193[A ]| For$3$ he forgives as fast as we offend: 114:01,194[A ]| So$5#1$ Merciful! there is not a Thought Severe 114:01,195[A ]| In$4$ all his Soul ~~ too Merciful I fear! 114:01,196[A ]| For$3$ had that$6#2$ Hand of Justice (once oppressed) 114:01,197[A ]| That$6#1$ struck some Heads off, but secured the rest; 114:01,198[A ]| The Hydra then might have been overcome; 114:01,199[A ]| But being too merciful, and sparing some, 114:01,200[A ]| From the rank wounds more darling Monsters sprout, 114:01,201[A ]| And every Neck a thousand Heads thrusts out, 114:01,202[A ]| Till the vast sum did soon amount to$4$ more, 114:01,203[A ]| And lewder Criminals than ever before: 114:01,204[A ]| So$3$ Thieves from Gallows saved, still Thieves will$1$ be; 114:01,205[A ]| And cut the Throats of those that$6#1$ set them free. 114:01,206[A ]| But sure that$6#2$ King must needs be all divine, 114:01,207[A ]| When too much Mercy is his only Crime. 114:01,208[A ]| Say then, ye bold Fanatics of the Times, 114:01,209[A ]| (Ye that$6#1$ succeed those Monsters in$4$ their Crimes) 114:01,210[A ]| What makes you thus Seditiously exclaim 114:01,211[A ]| Under the Blessings of a peaceful Reign? 114:01,212[A ]| What ye would have I know not; but I know 114:01,213[A ]| Ye might be happy if ye would be so$5#2$; 114:01,214[A ]| Happy as Lovers on$4$ their Bridal Night; 114:01,215[A ]| But that$6#2$ is a Happiness but vain and slight, 114:01,216[A ]| Where Pain and Trouble still succeed Delight: 114:01,217[A ]| But yours might be all one continued Scene, 114:01,218[A ]| Without an interval of Grief between. 114:01,219[A ]| Has not your God (if any God ye own; 114:01,220[A ]| But I much rather think that$3$ ye have none, 114:01,221[A ]| For$3$ God, from whom all true Obedience springs, 114:01,222[A ]| Enjoins us strictly to$9$ obey our Kings.) 114:01,223[A ]| Has he not saved from Rebel's impious Steel, 114:01,224[A ]| And the worse Fury of misguided Zeal 114:01,225[A ]| A gracious Prince, and blessed us with his Reign? 114:01,226[A ]| In$4$ whom his Father seems to$9$ live again: 114:01,227[A ]| By$4$ Heaven's peculiar care made fit to$9$ Rule; 114:01,228[A ]| Would ye leave him for$4$ some Usurping Tool? 114:01,229[A ]| A baseness never to$9$ be cancelled more, 114:01,230[A ]| Unless by$4$ him that$6#1$ cancelled it before: 114:01,231[A ]| A Prince who$6#1$ has through all misfortunes trod, 114:01,232[A ]| With the unshaken Patience of a God: 114:01,233[A ]| And as it is sung, Alcides, heretofore 114:01,234[A ]| The weight of Heaven upon$4$ his Shoulders bore, 114:01,235[A ]| So$3$ He (a nobler Subject for$4$ our Songs) 114:01,236[A ]| At once sustains a World ~~ a World of Wrongs; 114:01,237[A ]| A World! which$6#1$ were that$6#2$ once famed Hero now, 114:01,238[A ]| Though he bore Heaven, beneath their Weight he would bow. 114:01,239[A ]| Yet still he Governs, still he Rules in$4$ Peace, 114:01,240[A ]| (And may it, Heaven, O may it never cease!) 114:01,241[A ]| And still your Stores eternally increase; 114:01,242[A ]| Time was they increased too much; and that$6#2$ the thing, 114:01,243[A ]| That$6#1$ made thee, London, murmur at thy King; 114:01,244[A ]| And lift thy Proud Luxurious Head as high, 114:01,245[A ]| As it since low did in$4$ its Ashes lie: 114:01,246[A ]| It was that$6#2$ inspired thy Crowds with factious Rage; 114:01,247[A ]| The Crowd! whose fury nothing can assuage, 114:01,248[A ]| Nor Tears of Youth, nor Eloquence of Age: 114:01,249[A ]| It rolls over all with an impetuous sway, 114:01,250[A ]| Like$4$ Rivers when they have forced their Banks away: 114:01,251[A ]| The Crowd! which$6#1$ does forever look awry 114:01,252[A ]| On$4$ those that$3$ true desert has mounted high, 114:01,253[A ]| And would rebel although it knows not why; 114:01,254[A ]| And such a Crowd wert thou ~~ a Mass combined 114:01,255[A ]| Of all adulterate mixtures we can find, 114:01,256[A ]| That$6#1$ may infect the Soul or taint the Mind: 114:01,257[A ]| No$2$ wonder then, with such rank Weeds overspread, 114:01,258[A ]| Thy Body should rebel against its Head. 114:01,259[A ]| That$6#2$ Honesty that$6#1$ lodged within thy wall, 114:01,260[A ]| (For$3$ there were Thousands that$6#1$ never bowed to$4$ Baal) 114:01,261[A ]| Like$4$ some poor wounded Deer was straight cashiered; 114:01,262[A ]| Or bore the brunt of all the Brutal Herd. 114:01,263[A ]| And this the Faction would be at again, 114:01,264[A ]| For$4$ the same cause that$6#1$ they promoted then; 114:01,265[A ]| Were they not baffled, curbed and kept in$4$ awe 114:01,266[A ]| By$4$ Men that$6#1$ love the King, the Church, the Law: 114:01,267[A ]| And such the Bench of Aldermen are now; 114:01,268[A ]| Compared with whom, how dim the Factious show ~~ 114:01,269[A ]| Nor should we here those Citizens forget, 114:01,270[A ]| Whose Acts are proof that$3$ Faith is a Virtue yet; 114:01,271[A ]| Since by$4$ the Good (as in$4$ a Mirror) still 114:01,272[A ]| We may descry the Failings of the Ill: 114:01,273[A ]| But why do I presume those Faults to$9$ scan, 114:01,274[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ the Action are so$5#1$ lively drawn? 114:01,275[A ]| Witness for$4$ proof the unparalleled abuse 114:01,276[A ]| (Beyond Example, as beyond excuse) 114:01,277[A ]| To$4$ their last Loyal Chief ~~ 114:01,278[A ]| Which$6#1$ from no$2$ other Cause but this could spring; 114:01,279[A ]| The Man was honest, and he loved his King. 114:01,280[A ]| Help Heaven! what but confusion can succeed, 114:01,281[A ]| When to$9$ be Loyal is a pernicious deed, 114:01,282[A ]| Faith to$4$ the Crown, a Crime? ~~ but to$9$ proceed. 114:01,283[A ]| Has he not stooped beneath his Royal Stem. 114:01,284[A ]| Lower than ever Rebels stooped to$4$ him? 114:01,285[A ]| Has he not all his Subjects' wants supplied? 114:01,286[A ]| What did they ask him that$6#1$ he ever denied? 114:01,287[A ]| Unless it were (invincible constraint!) 114:01,288[A ]| What Nature, Law and Conscience could not grant? 114:01,289[A ]| Has he not too (though now the Scenes are changed) 114:01,290[A ]| Like$4$ a poor Pilgrim through the Nations ranged? 114:01,291[A ]| Distressed, despised, nay almost left of all; 114:01,292[A ]| And by$4$ the Rage of an ambitious Saul, 114:01,293[A ]| As many various turns of misery bore, 114:01,294[A ]| As God's good Shepherd David did before? 114:01,295[A ]| Yet now as soon as God is pleased again 114:01,296[A ]| To$9$ give us Peace, by$4$ giving Him to$9$ Reign; 114:01,297[A ]| Rather than they will$1$ be honest or reform, 114:01,298[A ]| Even in$4$ the Sacred Port they will$1$ force a Storm: 114:01,299[A ]| But all in$4$ vain ~~ for$3$ the Eternal Will$0$, 114:01,300[A ]| (The Guardian Pillar that$6#1$ directs him still) 114:01,301[A ]| Will$1$ now as well protect him from the Rage 114:01,302[A ]| Of an unsatisfied, seditious Age, 114:01,303[A ]| With the same mighty Love as heretofore, 114:01,304[A ]| When War did rave, and all the Billows roar. 114:01,305[A ]| Assured of this, how dare Men disapprove 114:01,306[A ]| What Heaven protects, and Heavenly Angels love? 114:01,307[A ]| Who$6#2$ is a Subject fit for$4$ Songs divine; 114:01,308[A ]| Alas, how far above the reach of mine! 114:01,309[A ]| And then his Princely Brother whom their hate 114:01,310[A ]| Brands with the Name of Traitor to$4$ the State; 114:01,311[A ]| But falsely ~~ false as the Tongue-murdering Blade 114:01,312[A ]| That$6#1$ first made Perjury to$9$ be a Trade. 114:01,313[A ]| So$5#1$ false! even they themselves could never deny, 114:01,314[A ]| But that$3$ their Hearts gave their bold Tongues the lie: 114:01,315[A ]| For$3$ why should he conspire against that$6#2$ Throne, 114:01,316[A ]| Which$6#1$ Legally may come to$9$ be his own? 114:01,317[A ]| No$7$; that$6#2$ is a work for$4$ him that$6#1$ is Born to$4$ none ~~ 114:01,318[A ]| Has not that$6#2$ Prince moved in$4$ the self-same Sphere? 114:01,319[A ]| With Patience borne all wrongs that$6#1$ Man can bear? 114:01,320[A ]| Who$6#1$, though your Envy does his Fame pursue, 114:01,321[A ]| He still has fought both for$4$ your Rights and You. 114:01,322[A ]| In$4$ foreign Lands his conduct he has shown; 114:01,323[A ]| And found no$2$ Valour braver than his own. 114:01,324[A ]| Conquest was still his Prize; and as Success 114:01,325[A ]| Crowned him at Land, it was on$4$ the Sea no$2$ less; 114:01,326[A ]| Where on$4$ the Deck (for$4$ his dear Country's good, 114:01,327[A ]| Whose Cause he fought) he has undaunted stood 114:01,328[A ]| Amidst the wildest rage of Cannon's roar; 114:01,329[A ]| Whose sound has frighted Cowards on$4$ the Shore. 114:01,330[A ]| Black Clouds of Smoke have dimmed the Sun's bright ray, 114:01,331[A ]| And made a Night at the full Noon of Day. 114:01,332[A ]| One would have thought, who$6#1$ from afar had seen, 114:01,333[A ]| They in$4$ the Bosom of the Clouds had been, 114:01,334[A ]| And round their Heads Lightning and Thunder flew; 114:01,335[A ]| And through the Air ten thousand Terrors threw. 114:01,336[A ]| The Sun himself looked pale; amazed to$9$ see 114:01,337[A ]| Deaths scattered through the Air like$4$ Atoms flee; 114:01,338[A ]| And Nature was concerned as well as he. 114:01,339[A ]| Not so$5#2$ the Duke ~~ who$6#1$ did through all appear 114:01,340[A ]| Fierce as a Storm, and was himself a War. 114:01,341[A ]| O who$6#2$ in$4$ such a Cause would danger shun, 114:01,342[A ]| Blessed with so$5#1$ brave a Chief to$9$ lead them on$5$? 114:01,343[A ]| Who$6#1$ scorned to$9$ check his Rage, or leave the Fray, 114:01,344[A ]| Till he had quite drove the shattered Fleet away; 114:01,345[A ]| Too wise to$9$ trust to$4$ Fate another day. 114:01,346[A ]| Thus he, sole Victor, did our Fame regain; 114:01,347[A ]| And rode unrivalled over the conquered main. 114:01,348[A ]| Enriched by$4$ Princes so$5#1$ Divine, so$5#1$ Good, 114:01,349[A ]| (Brothers in$4$ Virtue, as they are by$4$ Blood) 114:01,350[A ]| What Frenzy is it makes you think you are Poor? 114:01,351[A ]| When Heaven in$4$ them showers down so$5#1$ vast a Store, 114:01,352[A ]| It would be impiety to$9$ wish for$4$ more; 114:01,353[A ]| Which$6#1$ as it is great, we ought to$9$ think it good, 114:01,354[A ]| As drawn from the Fountain of a Martyr's Blood. 114:01,355[A ]| But as when some wild ravenous Beast of Prey 114:01,356[A ]| Has seized a Lamb which$6#1$ in$4$ his passage lay; 114:01,357[A ]| The Blood is first sucked, and finding that$6#2$ so$5#1$ sweet, 114:01,358[A ]| He crams his Maw with the delicious Meat; 114:01,359[A ]| Yet the same moment, painted with the Gore, 114:01,360[A ]| Rouses again, and roams the Woods for$4$ more. 114:01,361[A ]| So$3$ you, flushed with your former Royal Bait, 114:01,362[A ]| Grow mad again, and for$4$ more Blood do wait, 114:01,363[A ]| In$4$ the subversion of the Regal State. 114:01,364[A ]| From whence else can our wild divisions grow? 114:01,365[A ]| Can such a Prince be his own Country's Foe? 114:01,366[A ]| At the same time he does their Battles fight, 114:01,367[A ]| And makes their happiness his chief delight? 114:01,368[A ]| True; but you will$1$ say (perhaps) others have done 114:01,369[A ]| As brave exploits, as glorious Fields have won. 114:01,370[A ]| Well, and suppose it true ~~ yet when their Fame 114:01,371[A ]| We once compare with York's illustrious Name, 114:01,372[A ]| It blushing shrinks into itself again. 114:01,373[A ]| None sure but such as have abandoned Sense, 114:01,374[A ]| Will$1$ stoop to$4$ an Usurper for$4$ a Prince; 114:01,375[A ]| And like$4$ the rough-cast Heathens heretofore, 114:01,376[A ]| Rather than want a Patron-God to$9$ adore, 114:01,377[A ]| Before some Stock or Stone will$1$ Homage pay; 114:01,378[A ]| Or to$4$ some uncouth Creature Kneel and Pray. 114:01,379[A ]| Dagon, to$4$ those who$6#1$ did before him fall, 114:01,380[A ]| (As the All-high to$4$ us) was all in$4$ all; 114:01,381[A ]| But God forbid we should their steps pursue, 114:01,382[A ]| Or for$3$ to$9$ serve the False, Blaspheme the True; 114:01,383[A ]| Whose Laws (though spurned at by$4$ Fanatic spite) 114:01,384[A ]| Instruct us to$9$ distinguish Wrong from Right. 114:01,385[A ]| Right, when we do the true Succession own; 114:01,386[A ]| Wrong when a false Pretender mounts the Throne; 114:01,387[A ]| Right, to$9$ obey those rightful Sovereign Powers, 114:01,388[A ]| Who$6#1$ lose their own repose to$9$ procure ours; 114:01,389[A ]| But Wrong, against such Goodness to$9$ declaim, 114:01,390[A ]| Or with base Libels strive to$9$ wound his Fame. 114:01,391[A ]| But they that$6#1$ took away his Father's Life, 114:01,392[A ]| Defame the Royal Duke, spare not his Wife; 114:01,393[A ]| Such Undertakers rightly understood, 114:01,394[A ]| Can mean their present Sovereign little good. 114:01,395[A ]| ~~ Nor stops the Frenzy here ~~ when every Drone 114:01,396[A ]| Inspired by$4$ foggy Ale is a Statesman grown, 114:01,397[A ]| And takes upon$4$ him to$9$ dispose the Crown; 114:01,398[A ]| Drivels out spiteful Treason over his Pots, 114:01,399[A ]| With as much Zeal and Gravity as O** 114:01,400[A ]| Go to$4$ your Looms, Cobble your Shoes; and there 114:01,401[A ]| We will$1$ allow you are in$4$ your proper Sphere; 114:01,402[A ]| Those Paths by$4$ Beasts of Burden may be trod; 114:01,403[A ]| But leave the Crown to$4$ the dispose of God; 114:01,404[A ]| Whose Voice to$9$ say you are, were Blasphemy; 114:01,405[A ]| For$3$ there all Parts do with the Whole agree, 114:01,406[A ]| And with a Concord so$5#1$ Divinely sweet, 114:01,407[A ]| As never can with Contradictions meet: 114:01,408[A ]| Should the almighty Voice ~~ 114:01,409[A ]| With the Profane dull Crowds run Parallel; 114:01,410[A ]| It would turn even Heaven itself to$4$ a kind of Hell. 114:01,411[A ]| It were better far to$9$ let the State alone; 114:01,412[A ]| And mind your little Commonwealths at home. 114:01,413[A ]| But if it is needful it should now be known, 114:01,414[A ]| Who$6#1$ must or ought hereafter wear the Crown; 114:01,415[A ]| We need no$2$ other Guide than Reason's light: 114:01,416[A ]| Whose should it be, but whose it is by$4$ Right? 114:01,417[A ]| His Right alone (which$6#1$ only is withstood 114:01,418[A ]| By$4$ such a sullen and contentious Brood) 114:01,419[A ]| Whose sure it is by$4$ all the Ties of Blood. 114:01,420[A ]| Ye hate the King, yet ye all Kings would be; 114:01,421[A ]| Why do ye strive to$9$ Rule else more than he? 114:01,422[A ]| And while ye are contending who$6#1$ should wear 114:01,423[A ]| The Regal Crown, the Regal Sceptre bear; 114:01,424[A ]| By$4$ fraud and Treachery (marks by$4$ which$6#1$ you are known, 114:01,425[A ]| Well as your Tub-men by$4$ their canting Tone) 114:01,426[A ]| Would from his Brows, transplant it to$4$ your own: 114:01,427[A ]| But finding that$3$ you are baffled in$4$ your Will$0$, 114:01,428[A ]| Run drudging on$5$, and will$1$ be Rebels still. 114:01,429[A ]| Yes Rebels ~~ what else can the meaning be, 114:01,430[A ]| Of Bellowing after Rights and Liberty, 114:01,431[A ]| When it is impossible to$9$ be more free? 114:01,432[A ]| Of all the Nations that$6#1$ enclose you round, 114:01,433[A ]| Point me out one with half your Freedoms Crowned; 114:01,434[A ]| Freedoms too great, too much in$4$ it to$9$ express; 114:01,435[A ]| Nor is each Man's particularly less. 114:01,436[A ]| The Wild has liberty the World to$9$ roam, 114:01,437[A ]| To$4$ France, to$4$ Spain, Smyrna, Japan or Rome; 114:01,438[A ]| But never will$1$ find a better place than Home; 114:01,439[A ]| Where Nature in$4$ her bloom forever waits, 114:01,440[A ]| And every morning fresh delight creates. 114:01,441[A ]| The Old and Studious may enjoy their ease; 114:01,442[A ]| And this may plough the Land, and that$6#2$ the Seas; 114:01,443[A ]| The Crowds too, may almost do what they please: 114:01,444[A ]| Oh that$3$ they might not; it is the unhappy Cause 114:01,445[A ]| From whence our Discord still more Discord draws: 114:01,446[A ]| For$3$ when the Conscience its own way may go, 114:01,447[A ]| How boundless, wild a Monster will$1$ it grow! 114:01,448[A ]| Pulpits are dwindled into Tubs; and Kings, 114:01,449[A ]| Esteemed unnecessary useless things: 114:01,450[A ]| All wholesome Doctrine is Banished with the Creed, 114:01,451[A ]| And Blockheads Preach, who$6#1$ never learnt to$9$ Read. 114:01,452[A ]| Kings to$4$ their Subjects must Obedience pay: 114:01,453[A ]| Nor is it strange the Flock should go astray, 114:01,454[A ]| When they themselves are in$4$ the wrong that$6#1$ guide; 114:01,455[A ]| It is best then when such Liberty is denied. 114:01,456[A ]| Does not your Land with Milk and Honey flow? 114:01,457[A ]| Canaan could not such Crops of Plenty show, 114:01,458[A ]| Or Jordan's loved, and unpolluted Streams, 114:01,459[A ]| Produce more Wonders than our fruitful Thames. 114:01,460[A ]| Do not all things that$6#1$ feast the Eye and Ear, 114:01,461[A ]| The Taste and Smell forever flourish here 114:01,462[A ]| With an unbounded, unexhausted Spring? 114:01,463[A ]| And to$9$ Crown all ~~ 114:01,464[A ]| Are we not Crowned with an indulgent King? 114:01,465[A ]| Having all this, what would ye more possess? 114:01,466[A ]| Having so$5#1$ much, why would ye make it less? 114:01,467[A ]| Why should that$6#2$ pleasant tune of Concord cease? 114:01,468[A ]| Can ever Rebellion be the way to$4$ Peace? 114:01,469[A ]| Why do ye your pernicious Doctrine sow? 114:01,470[A ]| And through the Land seditious Libels strew; 114:01,471[A ]| Spurn at the Virtuous, vilify the Just, 114:01,472[A ]| (As if their Loyalty debauched their Trust) 114:01,473[A ]| Rail at the Law, nay rail at one another, 114:01,474[A ]| And, which$6#1$ is yet more base than all the other, 114:01,475[A ]| Stab the King's Reputation in$4$ his Brother? 114:01,476[A ]| O tell me, to$4$ what end can this be done? 114:01,477[A ]| Unless you would like$4$ your Predecessors run 114:01,478[A ]| And damn our Eighty two, to$4$ Forty one; 114:01,479[A ]| For$3$ they (like$4$ you) mouthed after Liberty, 114:01,480[A ]| And they (like$4$ you) too, knew that$3$ they were free; 114:01,481[A ]| But found too soon (Experience dearly bought) 114:01,482[A ]| Their seeking for$4$ it, destroyed the thing they sought. 114:01,483[A ]| Yet, though they got so$5#1$ little by$4$ it before, 114:01,484[A ]| (When their own Lust and Rapine robbed the Poor 114:01,485[A ]| In$4$ opposition to$4$ all sacred Laws) 114:01,486[A ]| Once more you would revive the Good-Old-Cause; 114:01,487[A ]| Once more overthrow the Church, the State, and King, 114:01,488[A ]| And from blessed Order make Confusion spring; 114:01,489[A ]| That$6#2$ wild Confusion which$6#1$ of late did rave, 114:01,490[A ]| And sent so$5#1$ many Thousands to$4$ the Grave: 114:01,491[A ]| But you may spare the Toil ~~ the Veil is plucked off, 114:01,492[A ]| And every Soul that$6#1$ has but Sense enough 114:01,493[A ]| To$9$ choose the Right from Wrong: may plainly see 114:01,494[A ]| What you have been, and what you will$1$ ever be: 114:01,495[A ]| And as you are, I fear you will$1$ such remain, 114:01,496[A ]| (And should I wish ye honest it were in$4$ vain) 114:01,497[A ]| For$3$ they that$6#1$ spurn at Mercy, cherish Ill, 114:01,498[A ]| And own no$2$ Power above their Lawless Will$0$, 114:01,499[A ]| Will$1$ certainly continue Ill Men still; 114:01,500[A ]| Too rank for$4$ Earth, and only fit to$9$ go 114:01,501[A ]| To$9$ murmur in$4$ their grand Cabal below; 114:01,502[A ]| You had best be cautious then, and have a care; 114:01,503[A ]| Ingratitude will$1$ find no$2$ favour there, 114:01,504[A ]| Although it has missed the stroke of Justice here: 114:01,505[A ]| ~~ As yet I mean missed of ~~ for$3$ I have seen 114:01,506[A ]| A Morning, though it were at first serene 114:01,507[A ]| As thought can form, has in$4$ a trice been clogged 114:01,508[A ]| With gloomy Clouds, and almost choked with Fog: 114:01,509[A ]| The Sun himself, as if oppressed with Night, 114:01,510[A ]| Has shrunk his Glories in$5$, erewhile so$5#1$ bright, 114:01,511[A ]| And had not power to$9$ bless the World with Light. 114:01,512[A ]| Thus sullen signs approaching storms foretold; 114:01,513[A ]| And lo! loud Thunder through the Air has rolled: 114:01,514[A ]| Mountains which$6#1$ one would think stood firm as Fate, 114:01,515[A ]| Have reeled as if they bent beneath their weight. 114:01,516[A ]| When of a sudden the all-seeing Sun, 114:01,517[A ]| Angry as it were with what the Storm had done, 114:01,518[A ]| Through the thick Shades his pointed Beams has thrown; 114:01,519[A ]| And in$4$ a Moment chased them all away, 114:01,520[A ]| And with fresh Glories dressed the new-born Day. 114:01,521[A ]| So$3$ in$4$ the wild disorders of the State, 114:01,522[A ]| When mighty Charles shall yield to$4$ mightier Fate; 114:01,523[A ]| (Which$6#1$ may it first be long, for$3$ Monarch's Breath 114:01,524[A ]| Is frail like$4$ ours; like$4$ ours must taste of Death:) 114:01,525[A ]| What could we wish should that$6#2$ black hour arrive, 114:01,526[A ]| More than some glorious Hero to$9$ survive? 114:01,527[A ]| Prepared by$4$ Heaven, by$4$ Nature, and by$4$ Right, 114:01,528[A ]| For$4$ all the Functions of the Royal Seat; 114:01,529[A ]| And fitted thus, why not the Heir, the Brother, 114:01,530[A ]| To$9$ fill that$6#2$ sacred Place before another? 114:01,531[A ]| Who$6#1$, guided by$4$ the same eternal Will$0$, 114:01,532[A ]| Would all the roaring Winds of Faction still: 114:01,533[A ]| For$3$ he who$6#1$ has so$5#1$ many Wonders wrought, 114:01,534[A ]| Crowned with success in$4$ all the Fields he fought, 114:01,535[A ]| Whom Heaven has saved from Rocks and Treacherous Sand, 114:01,536[A ]| And the more treacherous dangers of the Land, 114:01,537[A ]| War, Envy, Banishment, Intestine strife, 114:01,538[A ]| Slander, and all the Snares that$6#1$ catch at life; 114:01,539[A ]| He sure must be for$4$ some great End designed, 114:01,540[A ]| Proportioned to$4$ the greatness of his Mind; 114:01,541[A ]| For$3$ nothing less were fit to$9$ carry on$5$, 114:01,542[A ]| What our good Monarch has so$5#1$ well begun: 114:01,543[A ]| In$4$ such a Cause, bright as the Sun he would rise, 114:01,544[A ]| And dare his Glories through the sullen Skies, 114:01,545[A ]| Dissolve or drive the Factious Gloom away 114:01,546[A ]| Unripe Cabals, where Treasons brooding lay, 114:01,547[A ]| And show them all to$4$ the clear Eye of day; 114:01,548[A ]| And with a Justice splendid and sublime, 114:01,549[A ]| Would punish Treachery equal to$4$ the Crime. 114:01,550[A ]| Then would the Land a firm wrought Peace enjoy, 114:01,551[A ]| Which$6#1$ wild Sedition would not dare to$9$ annoy; 114:01,552[A ]| Nor all the angry Storms of Fate destroy.