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Tho her own Ifle is blefs'd with Liberty,
Has he a Right to fet all Europe free?
Under this Roof, with Management, I may
The Progress of her Arms at least delay.
From a contagious Vapour I will blow
Within thefe Walls, Breaches fhall wider grow;
Here let imaginary Fears prevail,

And give a Colour to affected Zeal;
From trivial Bills let warm Debates arise,
Foment Sedition, and retard Supplies.
If once my treach'rous Arts and watchful Care
Break the Confed'racy, and end the War,
Ador'd in Hell I may in Triumph sit,
And Europe to one Potentate fubmit.
Waking at so destable a Sound,
I cry'd, Infernal Hag, be ever dumb!
Here Anna reigns; a Queen by Heav'n bestow'd
To right the Injur'd, and fubdue the Proud.
As Rome of old gave Liberty to Greece,
Anna th' invaded finking Empire frees:

Th' Allies her Faith, her Pow'r the French proclaim,
Her Piety th' Opprefs'd, the World her Fame.
At ANNA's Name, dejected, pale and fear'd,
The execrable Fantom difappear'd.

An Elegy on the burning of the Church Memorial, 1705.

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O! Sacred Pages, never more repine,
Tho facrific'd to Faction and Design.
Thy Votaries by this more ftrong become,
Gath'ring fresh Vigor from your Martyrdom.
Arabian Spices fo, diffolv'd by Heat,
Scatter Perfumes around, divinely fweet:

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So thy Profeffors fell in wicked Days,
Their Glorious Lives concluding with a Blaze.
By fuch a Death would I obtain a Name,
And make my Zeal outfhine my Fun'ral Flame.
So from the World the Cæfars did retire,
Afcending to the Gods from Piles of Fire.
So Ptolomy's fam'd Library did fhine

In Unlearn'd Flames; No Lofs compar'd to thine.
But we can you, Immortal Leaves, restore
To former Life; nor the hard Fate deplore.
Sure from your Smoak fome Miracle must rife,
As when an Angel mounted to the Skies,
And fanctify'd the Flame in Manoab's Sacrifice:
Spite of thy adverfe chance, thou fhalt be read,
Nor dye, till Principle and Truth be dead.
Thou to thy Beauty fhalt again return,
Smile like a Cherub, like a Seraph burn.
But Oh! Expect what the three Children bore,
A Fire that's Seven times hotter than before,
And all Fanatick Rage can practise more.
Yet thou shalt feel no Harm, no Fear disclose,
But like the Furnace, flash upon thy Foes.

Fire and Faggot, or the City Bon-Fire.

HE's dead! thanks to the Jury's pious Care, And all her fad Complaints are turn'd to Air; Vanish'd in Smoak, as her neglected Crys From Earth to Hav'n's more pitying Mansions rife. OG-ll-nd *, to thy fam'd Zeal is due, That Salter's Hall has glorious things in view, That Pinner's and Old-Jury's younger Paul's Hold Saints triumphant now within their Walls;

Mr. Gelli brand, who follicited to get this Libel burnt.

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Since

Since but for Thee, as fure as God's in Gloc'fter,
1 he Court had never fix'd on ways to roaft her.
Th' Attempt was noble, as the Fact was bold,
Let it in Gath and Askalon be told,
That Unbelievers may from thence perceive,
We dare to punish such as dare to grieve;
Heav'ns bless the righteous Beach Mother's
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Who have their Sage Fore-fathersDeeds outdone,
And thus difclaim'd the Sins of Forty One:
They ne'er fat bogling how to judg and try her,
But flung her inftantly into the Fire:
So perish all, that from thefe Prefents dare
Speak what's offenfive to the City Chair,
Or vent fuch Doctrines as fhall difagree
With blefs'd Occasional Conformity.

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Not that to Thee alone we should ascribe That Ephraim gains the point of Judah's Tribe, And rides upon the Shoulders of bis Foe, As High Church yields the Day to what is Low. Others have been Partakers in the Deed, Witness brave Dn, D―le, H-g-s, Th Immortal D-nes, Hugh H-dy, M—x—y,L Who could not bear to fee Diffenters undone ;With Glr, Hr-s, Saint-like H-ch and HHeroes of Worth, and of juft claim to Praise, Bdn, Gry, Swne, Fr-b and L-k, Seventeen good Men, and true as ever ftruck, As ever took up Arms in days of Yore, Or e'er drew Basket-Hilt at Marston Moor. Sculpture, in Monumental Brass erect Those that have made the Saints the True Elect; Their Statues in the several Niches range, Fix'd upon Pedestals before th' Exchange. Patriots like these the Fabrick will adorn, And stimulate the Children yet unborn;

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To make the coming Ages be their own,
And practise the Examples they have shown.
What if the Court no Precedent can plead,
And they from customary Rules recede,
As they beyond paft Ages Foot-steps run,
And act what by the Senate's only done?
Muft querimonious Mutineers imply

Culprit was wrong'd, and did not fairly die?
The Thought's abfurd, and foolish the Mistake;
Where Precedents are wanting we should make.

Some would have had her all besmear'd with Tar, And carry'd into Smithfield from the Bar, Where Saints of old eternal Truths confefs'd, Mounting from earthly Flames to Heav'nly Rest. But wifer Heads, who foon forefaw a Tartar, Judg'd the from thence might have been ftil'd a (Martyr, And sent her to th' Exchange,to make her fad De

(parture. Since no one there cou'd be fuppos'd to die Or for Religion, or for Loyalty,

Virtues unknown (their Practices a shame on)
To fuch whofe Idol's Gain, and God is Mammon.
And there, to expiate her vile Offence,

On the bright Wings of Flame the mounted hence;
Soar'd upward, where departed Spirits rife,
And climb'd the vaft Expanfe,and reach'd the Skies.
Thus Hercules (as Heathen Poets feign)
On Octa's Top, like this Delinquent flain,
High o'er the Stars, Celestial Regions trod,
By being made a Mortal, made a God.

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Mully of Mountown.

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A Poem. By the

Author of the Tale of a Tub.

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(Cares,

Ountown! Thou fweet Retreat from Dublin
Be famous for thy Apples and thy Pears,
For Turnips, Carrots, Lettice, Beans, and Pease,
For Peggy's Butter, and for Peggy's Cheese.
May Clouds of Pigeons round about thee fly,
But condefcend fometimes to make a Pye.
May fat Geefe gaggle with melodious Voice,
And ne'er want Gooseberries or Apple-Sauce.
Ducks in thy Ponds, and Chickens in thy Penns;
And be thy Turkeys Numerous as thy Hens.
May thy Black Pigs lye warm in little Stye,
And have no Thought to grieve them till they die.
Mountown! The Mufes most delicious Theam,
O may thy Codlins ever fwim in Cream!
Thy Rasb and Strawberries in Bourdeaux drown,
To add a redder Tincture to thy own;
Thy White-Wine, Sugar, Milk together club,
To make that gentle Viand Syllabub.

Thy Tarts to Tarts, Cheesecakes to Cheesecakes join,
To spoil the Relifh of the flowing Wine:
But to the fading Palate bring Relief
By thy Weftphalian Ham, or Belgick Beef.
And to compleat thy Blessings in a Word,
May ftill thy Soil be Generous as its Lord.

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Oh Peggy, Peggy, when thou go'ft to brew,
Confider well what you're about to do;
Be very Wife, very fedately think

That what you are about to make is Drink:

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