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ANNUS MIRABILIS:
291.
The utmost Malice of their Stars is past,
And two dire Comets, which have scourg'd the Town,
In their own Plague and Fire have breath'd their last:
Or, dimly, in their sinking sockets frown.
The utmost Malice of their Stars is past,
And two dire Comets, which have scourg'd the Town,
In their own Plague and Fire have breath'd their last:
Or, dimly, in their sinking sockets frown.
292.
Now frequent Trines the happier lights among,
And high-rais'd Jove from his dark Prison freed:
(Those Weights took off that on his Planet hung,)
Will gloriously the new-laid Work succeed.
Now frequent Trines the happier lights among,
And high-rais'd Jove from his dark Prison freed:
(Those Weights took off that on his Planet hung,)
Will gloriously the new-laid Work succeed.
293.
Me-thinks already, from this Chymick flame,
I see a City of more precious mold:
(c) Mexico. Rich as the Town which gives the (c) Indies name,
With Silver pav'd, and all divine with Gold.
Me-thinks already, from this Chymick flame,
I see a City of more precious mold:
(c) Mexico. Rich as the Town which gives the (c) Indies name,
With Silver pav'd, and all divine with Gold.
294.
Already, labouring with a mighty fate,
She shakes the Rubbish from her mounting Brow,
And seems to have renew'd her Charters date,
Which Heav'n will to the death of time allow.
Already, labouring with a mighty fate,
She shakes the Rubbish from her mounting Brow,
And seems to have renew'd her Charters date,
Which Heav'n will to the death of time allow.
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