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 Oh! had that Crew for England's Bane design'd,
Been to its Native North alone confined!
Annals might want, nor we our selves should know
One Melancholy Scene of Royal Woe;
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$ Wild Anarchy had kept beyond the Main,
With all her Viper-Brood, and Bestial Train,
Nor had our State been lost, nor hapless Charles been slain.

 But lo, the Sun breaks thro' the dismal Gloom,
The Second Charles fills up th'Usurper's Room,
Unnumber'd Beauties flock from ev'ry Part,
And aim their Glances at their Master's Heart.
The noisy Hypocrite no more was fear'd,
But Mantuas, Pendants, and Commodes appear'd;

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