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Nero, without the leaft difguife,
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 reft themfelves content.

Por he did bafely them refufe
All legal remedy ;

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

Succin&tly 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 fhe refign'd her breath,

Forgetful of the favours kind
She had on him beftow'd,

ILike Lucifer his rancorous mind,
He lov'd not her nor God.

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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, jufter dame.

** Bleft be my fons, and eke all thofe
** Who on her praifes 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 Amna ftill was juft.

«• Truth, mercy, juftice, did furround ** Her awful judgment-feat,

** In her the Graces all were found, ** In Anna all compleat.

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** 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.

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

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** 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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<* Commemorate, my fons, the day
** Which gave great Anna birth : * ì

** Keep it for ever and for aye,
** And annual be your mirth !”

Illuftrious George now fills the throne,
Our wife benign good King: 4
VWho can his wondrous deeds make known ?
Or his bright a&tions fing ? ]

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Eut pafs—Thefe honours on thee laid,
Can they e'er make thee white *

Don't Gaphny's blood, which thou haft fheda
Thy guiity foul affright ?

Oh ! is there not, grim mortal, tell,
Places of blifs and woe ? |

Oh ! is there not a heaven, a hell ;
But whither wilt thou go ?

£Can nought change thy obdurate mind ?
Wilt thou for ever rail ? • * -
'The prophet om thee well refin'd, - |
And fet thy wit to fale.'

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Dame Juftice waits thee, well I ween,
Her fword is brandifh'd high :

Nought can thee from her vengeance fcreen,
Nor canft thou from her fly.

Heavy her ire will fall on thee,
The glittering fteel is fure :

Sooner or later, all agree,

" She cuts off the impure.

To her I leave thee, g'oomy peer!,
Think on thy crimes committed :

Repent, and be for once fincere,
Thou ne'er wilt be De-Witted.

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