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LINES ON CAPTAIN BROKE'S VICTORY.
A Foe, that swims about the Wat'ry World,
Wherever Jove hath his bright Thunder hurl'd,
To pick by carriage on the doubtful Main
Our Island's refuse, and her thievish gain.
Wherever Jove hath his bright Thunder hurl'd,
To pick by carriage on the doubtful Main
Our Island's refuse, and her thievish gain.
Long time she doubted, and long time forbore
To face the Thunder of the Lion's Roar:
But bribes from France, what courage could not do,
To war committed her rebellious crew.
To face the Thunder of the Lion's Roar:
But bribes from France, what courage could not do,
To war committed her rebellious crew.
Then the poor Senate, in their broken style,
Began the Queen of Nations to revile;
And Billingsgate, by Western wit made more,
Fill'd all the echoes of their knavish shore.
Began the Queen of Nations to revile;
And Billingsgate, by Western wit made more,
Fill'd all the echoes of their knavish shore.
The Jails were open'd, and their cunning plann'd
A gen'ral search and rummage through the land,
That all the knaves, that in her bosom slept,
Like flocks of locusts, to their ships were swept.
A gen'ral search and rummage through the land,
That all the knaves, that in her bosom slept,
Like flocks of locusts, to their ships were swept.
