The Year of Wonders.
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207.
Some English Wool, vex'd in a Belgian Loom,
And into Cloth of spungy softness made:
Did into France or colder Denmark doom,
To ruinE with worse ware our staple Trade.
Some English Wool, vex'd in a Belgian Loom,
And into Cloth of spungy softness made:
Did into France or colder Denmark doom,
To ruinE with worse ware our staple Trade.
208.
Our greedy Sea-men rummage every hold,
Smile on the Booty of each wealthier Chest:
And, as the Priests who with their Gods make bold,
Take what they like, and sacrifice the rest.
Our greedy Sea-men rummage every hold,
Smile on the Booty of each wealthier Chest:
And, as the Priests who with their Gods make bold,
Take what they like, and sacrifice the rest.
209.
But ah! how unsincere are all our joys!
Which, sent from Heav'n, like Lightning make no stay:
Transit to the Fire of London.Their palling Taste the Journeys Length destroys,
Or Grief, sent post, o're-takes them on the way.
But ah! how unsincere are all our joys!
Which, sent from Heav'n, like Lightning make no stay:
Transit to the Fire of London.Their palling Taste the Journeys Length destroys,
Or Grief, sent post, o're-takes them on the way.
210.
Swell'd with our late Successes on the Foe,
Which France and Holland wanted power to cross:
We urge an unseen Fate to lay us low,
And feed their envious Eyes with English loss.
Swell'd with our late Successes on the Foe,
Which France and Holland wanted power to cross:
We urge an unseen Fate to lay us low,
And feed their envious Eyes with English loss.
211. Each
