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HE Glories of our Birth and
State. Are Shadows, not substantial
(Things: There is po Armour against Fate, Death lays his Icy Hands on Kings
Scepter and Crown
Must tumble down, And in the Dust be equal laid, With the poor crooked Scythe and
, A Thought upon Death, &c. 159 Some Men with Swords may reap the
(Field, And plant fresh Laurels where they kill, But their strong Nerves at last must
(yield, They tame but one another ftill;
Early or late,
They loop to Fate; And must give up their murmuring
Whilst the pale Captive yields to
The Garlands wither on your Brow, Then boaft no more your mighty
(Deeds, Upon Death's purple Altar now, Sce where the Victor Victim bleeds..
AU Heads must come.
To the cold. Tomb; Only the Actions of the Just Smell. sweet and blossom in the Dalt.
Owze up, Great Charles! Thy
Courage show, Or Faction soon will bring Thee low : Some must be Banilh'd, others Swing, Or Thou must cease to be a King. No credit give to Villain Oats, Be not amus'd with Popilh Plors; No Foregin Troops of Pilgrims fear, Nor Popish Armięs in the Air; But guard thy Throne againft the base Designs of those that boast of Grace, And plead thereby, as Times go now, A better Right to Rule than Thou.
Take care of Tony and his Party,
Till they thy Royal Sire subdu’d, y And in his blood their Hands imbrú'd; These are the only Snakes that fting
(thee And if not crush'd will soon unking
For thou hast warm'd them till they
(bite thee, The way they always will requite thee Therefore look round thy Court, good
For Whigs believe that Mercy springs
Banish thy spurious Son the Land, Let him no more thy Troops command; Withdraw thy fondness from the Fool, Thy Darling, but the Party's Tool; A Fencing, Riding, Cringing Thing, That courts the mob to make himKing, An empty, dancing, fiery Bauble, Ador'd by Strumpets and the Rabble, The Ladies Idol at a Ball, The Stallion of thy Court Whitehall; Who got,great Charles,by thee,retains Thyprincelyluft, but wants thy brains, Which makes fome think when you
(contented His Mother, that your Head difsented, And that's the Cause the Foppish Ape Has nothing of thee but thy Shape.