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The Magick of thy shining Zone is past,
But Salisbury's Garter shall for ever last,
Which thro’ the World by living Monarchs worn,
Adds Grace to Scepters, and does Crowns adorn.

If such their Fame, who gave these Rites divine
To sacred Love, O what Dishonour’s thine,
Forgetful Queen, who sever’d that bright Head
Which charm’d two mighty Monarchs to her Bed!
Hadst thou been born a Man, thou hadst not err’d,
Thy Fame had liv’d, and Beauty been preferr’d.
But ah! what mighty Magick can asswage
A Woman’s Envy, and a Bigot’s Rage!

Love tir’d at length, Love that delights to smile,
Flying from Scenes of Horror, quits our Isle;
with Charles the Cupids and the Graces gone,
In Exile live; for Love and he were One.
With Charles he wanders, and for Charles he mourns;
But oh how fierce the Joy when Charles returns!
As eager Flames, with Opposition pent,
Break out impetuous when they find a Vent;
As a fierce Torrent hinder’d in his Race,
Forcing his Way, rowls with redoubled Pace;
From the loud Palace to the silent Grove,
All by the King’s Example live, and love;
The Muses with Diviner Voices sing,
And all rejoice to please the Godlike King.

Then