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ANNUS MIRABILIS:
211.
Each Element his dread Command obeys,
Who makes or ruines with a Smile or Frown;
Who as by one he did our Nation raise,
So now, he with another pulls us down.

212.
Yet, London, Empress of the Northern Clime,
By an high Fate thou greatly didst expire;
(z) Quum mare, quum tellus correptaque regia Cœli, ardeat, &c. Ovid. (z) Great as the Worlds, which at the death of time
Must fall, and rise a nobler frame by fire.

213.
As when some dire Usurper Heav'n provides,
To scourge his Country with a lawless Sway;
His Birth, perhaps, some petty Village hides,
And sets his Cradle out of Fortune's way.

214.
Till fully ripe his swelling Fate breaks out,
And hurries him to mighty Mischiefs on:
His Prince, surpriz'd at first, no ill could doubt,
And wants the pow'r to meet it when 'tis known.

215. Such