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A Key to the Lock.
Not with more Glories in th'ætherial Plain,
The Sun first rises o'er the purple Main,
Than issuing forth the Rival of his Beams,
Launch'd on the Bosom of the Silver Thames.
The Sun first rises o'er the purple Main,
Than issuing forth the Rival of his Beams,
Launch'd on the Bosom of the Silver Thames.
She is dress'd with a Cross on her Breast, the Ensign of Popery, the Adoration of which is plainly recommended in the following Lines.
On her white Breast a sparkling Cross she wore,
Which Jews might kiss, and Infidels adore.
Which Jews might kiss, and Infidels adore.
Next he represents her as the Universal Church, according to the Boasts of the Papists.
And like the Sun she shines on all alike.
After which he tells us,
If to her Share some Female Errors fall,
Look on her Face, and you'll forget them all.
Look on her Face, and you'll forget them all.
Tho' it should be granted some Errors fall to her share, look on the pompous Figure she makes throughout the World, and they are not worth regarding. In the Sacrifice following soon after, you have these two Lines.
For this, e'er Phœbus rose, he had implor'd
Propitious Heav'n, and ev'ry Pow'r ador'd.
Propitious Heav'n, and ev'ry Pow'r ador'd.
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