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Nero, without the leaft difguife,
Still favour* d, and their robberies
The Proteftants whom they did rob
Were forc'd with patience, like good Job,
Por he did bafely them refufe
The Romans ftill he well did ufe,
Succin&tly thus to you I've told,
How this Viceroy did reign ;
And other truths I fhall unfold,
The Beft of Queens he hath revil'd,
}He, cruel and ungrateful, fmil'd
Forgetful of the favours kind
ILike Lucifer his rancorous mind,
But liften, Nero, lend thy ears,
Hear what Britannia fays with tears,
** Oh ! facred be her memory,
** There never was, nor ere can be,
** Bleft be my fons, and eke all thofe
** She conquer'd Britain's fierceft foes,
** 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.
** She held the fword and balance right, ** And fought her people's good :
** In clemency fhe did delight,
** Confummate wiflom, meeknefs all, ** Adorn'd the words fhe fpoke ; When they from her fair lips did fall ; ** And fweet her lovely look.
** Leave we in blifs this heavenly Saint, ** Revere, ye juft, her urn ;
** Her virtues high and excellent, ** Aftrea gone we mourn.
<* Commemorate, my fons, the day
** Keep it for ever and for aye,
Illuftrious George now fills the throne,
Eut pafs—Thefe honours on thee laid,
Don't Gaphny's blood, which thou haft fheda
Oh ! is there not, grim mortal, tell,
Oh ! is there not a heaven, a hell ;
£Can nought change thy obdurate mind ?
Dame Juftice waits thee, well I ween,
Nought can thee from her vengeance fcreen,
Heavy her ire will fall on thee,
Sooner or later, all agree,
" She cuts off the impure.
To her I leave thee, g'oomy peer!,
Repent, and be for once fincere,