COme all ye tender Mortals that have Ears,
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And to my mournful Story lend your Tears.
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Not Childrens Tears, nor such as Women shed,
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Losing the dear Associates of their Bed;
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But deeply cut with an afflicting Sense,
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Let your sad hearts their purple Streams dispense.
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Hang down your wond'ring heads, and blushing show
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Your deep amazement by your sinking Brow.
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With Silence, Horror, and Attention wait,
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Whil'st my sad Muse doth the dire Tale relate.
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My Tongue-ty'd Muse, which ne're before could speak,
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Yet now must open, or my Heart will break.
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But oh! I Tremble, and I dare not Name
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The dismal Cause of my Poetick Flame.
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Fain I would speak, and ease me of my Pain,
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But my great H orror strikes me dumb again.
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What Iron Tongue can with due Temper speak,
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Or Marble H eart declare, unless it break?
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That JAMES the Mighty, Once-lov'd JAMES is gone
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In silent Night, all Guardless, and Alone,
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Withdrew from H is great Kingdoms, and H is Throne!
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JAMES the late Sov'reign of His Subjects Hearts,
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Now Unlamented from H is Throne departs!
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JAMES the Great Source and Origin of Laws,
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When H e H imself from the Defence withdraws,
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Subjects H imself unto the Rabbles Jaws!
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Whose lawless Fury, and outragious Pow'r,
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(Which God forbid) would MAJESTY devour.
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Malicious Scriblers too with barb'rous Pen,
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Are crueller than Lyons in a Den!
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Oh that there is such Impudence in Men!
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Who lately did before H im Trembling stand,
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And flew to finish but H is least Command.
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With awful Reverence and Terror struck,
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They would have paid Obedience to H is Look:
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Wholly regardless of that Sacred Name,
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Desert the H ead from whence their H onours came.
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Who brooded safe under H is pow'rful Wing,
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Now barbarously use the Name of KING;
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And not alone deny their helping Sword,
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But utterly refuse H im their good Word.
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Nobles and Commons, Subjects and Soldiers too,
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At once consent their MONARCH to undo;
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And 'tis their Duty, Conscience tells them so.
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Oh Monarch! Oh unhappy Monarch! why
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Should all at once abandon Loyalty,
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Under the great Defence of H onesty?
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Who always have been Faithful to the Crown,
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And with their Blood and Fortunes serv'd the Throne,
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That Service must in Faithfulness disown.
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Long, ROYAL SIR, have the damn'd Snares been laid,
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Wherein Your MAJESTY is thus betray'd.
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H ell and ROME 's Emissaries did Combine
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The English Monarchy to Undermine.
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ROME could not bear to have that Jewel lost,
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Which to her thirsty Coffers brought in most.
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And since our Land forsook the Romish Yoke,
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And wisely from her Cursed Fetters broke.
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Rome , to recover her delightful Gain,
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Many a Plot did secretly maintain,
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To bring this Nation to her Foot again:
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But frustrated in ev'ry such Design,
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By an o're-ruling Providence Divine,
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Your MAJESTY exalted to the Throne,
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Secure she stood in so endear'd a Son,
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So firmly bound to her Religion.
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Who (when a Subject) to her firmly stood,
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Despis'd his Right, tho of Successive Blood,
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And publickly avow'd the Holy Cause,
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Against the highest Int'rest, and known Laws.
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