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The Hind and the Panther.
But, through your parable I plainly see
The bloudy laws, the crowds barbarity:
The sun-shine that offends the purblind sight,
Had some their wishes, it wou'd soon be night.
Mistake me not, the charge concerns not you,
Your sons are male-contents, but yet are true,
As far as non-resistance makes 'em so,
But that's a word of neutral sense you know,
A passive term which no relief will bring,
But trims betwixt a rebell and a king.
The bloudy laws, the crowds barbarity:
The sun-shine that offends the purblind sight,
Had some their wishes, it wou'd soon be night.
Mistake me not, the charge concerns not you,
Your sons are male-contents, but yet are true,
As far as non-resistance makes 'em so,
But that's a word of neutral sense you know,
A passive term which no relief will bring,
But trims betwixt a rebell and a king.
Rest well assur'd the Pardelis reply'd,
My sons wou'd all support the regal side,
Though heav'n forbid the cause by battel shou'd be try'd.
My sons wou'd all support the regal side,
Though heav'n forbid the cause by battel shou'd be try'd.
The Matron answer'd with a loud Amen,
And thus pursu'd her argument agen.
If as you say, and as I hope no less,
Your sons will practise what your self profess,
What angry pow'r prevents our present peace?
And thus pursu'd her argument agen.
If as you say, and as I hope no less,
Your sons will practise what your self profess,
What angry pow'r prevents our present peace?
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