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The Hind and the Panther.
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Suppose some great Oppressor had by slight
Of law, disseis'd your brother of his right,
Your common sire surrendring in a fright;
Would you to that unrighteous title stand,
Meft by the villain's will to heir the land?
More just was Judas, who his Saviour sold;
The sacrilegious bribe he cou'd not hold,
Nor hang in peace, before he rendr'd back the gold.
What more could you have done, than now you doe,
Had Oates and Bedlow, and their Plot been true?
Some specious reasons for those wrongs were found;
The dire Magicians threw their mists around,
And wise men walk'd as on inchanted ground.
But now when time has made th' imposture plain,
(Late though he follow'd truth, & limping held her train,)
What new delusion charms your cheated eyes again?
The painted Harlot might awhile bewitch,
But why the Hag uncas'd, and all obscene with itch?

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