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That, above and against all right,

By word of mouth did he,
In council fitting, hellish fpite,
The Farmer's fate decree :

That he, O CIEL! without trial,
Straitway should hanged be;
Though then the courts were open all,
Yet Nero judge would be.

No fooner faid, but it was done,
The BOURREAU did his worst;
Gaphny, alas! is dead and gone,
And left his judge accurst.

In this concife defpotic way
Unhappy Gaphny fell,

Which did all honeft men affray,
As truly it might well.

Full two good hundred pounds a year,
This poor man's real estate,
He fettled on his favourite dear,
And Culliford can fay 't.

Befides, he gave five hundred pound

To Fielding his own scribe,

Who was his bail; one friend he found,

He ow'd him to the bribe.

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But for this horrid murder vile

None did him profecute;

His old friend help'd him o'er the stile:
With Satan who difpute?

With France, fair England's mortal foe,
A trade he carry'd on ;

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Mean while the foldiers figh'd and fobb'd,

For not one foufe had they;

His Excellence had each man fobb'd,

For he had funk their pay.

Nero,

Nero, without the leaft disguise,
The papifts at all times

Still favour'd, and their robberies
Look'd on as trivial crimes.

The Proteftants whom they did rob
During his government,

Were forc'd with patience, like good Job,

To rest themselves content.

For he did bafely them refuse
All legal remedy;

The Romans ftill he well did ufe,
Still fcreen'd their roguery.

Succinctly thus to you I've told,
How this Viceroy did reign;
And other truths I fhall unfold,
For truth is always plain.

The Beft of Queens he hath revil'd,
Before and fince her death,
He, cruel and ungrateful, fmil'd
When she refign'd her breath,

Forgetful of the favours kind

She had on him bestow'd,

Like Lucifer his rancorous mind,

He lov'd not her nor God.

But,

But liften, Nero, lend thy ears,

As ftill thou haft them on;
Hear what Britannia fays with tears,
Of Anna dead and gone.

"Oh! facred be her memory,
"For ever dear her name!
"There never was, nor ere can be,
"A brighter, juster dame.

"Bleft be my fons, and eke all those
"Who on her praises dwell!
"She conquer'd Britain's fierceft foes,
"She did all queens excel.

"All princes, kings, and potentates,
"Ambaffadors did fend:

"All nations, provinces, and ftates, "Sought Anna for their friend.

In Anna they did all confide, "For Anna they could truft: "Her royal faith they all had try'd, "For Anna ftill was juft.

"Truth, mercy, justice, did furround

"Her awful judgment-feat,

"In her the Graces all were found,

"In Anna all compleat.

"She

She held the fword and balance right, "And fought her people's good: "In clemency fhe did delight,

"Her reign not ftain'd with blood.

"Her gracious goodnefs, piety,
In all her deeds did fhine,
"And bounteous was her charity;
"All attributes divine.

"Confummate wifdom, meeknefs all,
"Adorn'd the words fhe spoke ;
"When they from her fair lips did fall;
"And fweet her lovely look.

"Ten thousand glorious deeds to crown,
"She caus'd dire war to cease:
"A greater Emprefs ne'er was known,
"She fix'd the world in peace.

"This last and godlike act atchiev'd,
"To Heaven she wing'd her flight:
"Her lofs with tears all Europe griev'd;
"Their strength, and dear delight.

"Leave we in blifs this heavenly Saint,
"Revere, ye juft, her urn;

"Her virtues high and excellent,

"Aftrea gone we mourn.

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