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ANNUS MIRABILIS:
267.
O let it be enough what thou hast done;
When spotted Deaths ran arm'd through every Street,
With poison'd Darts, which not the Good could shun,
The Speedy could out-flie, or Valiant meet.
O let it be enough what thou hast done;
When spotted Deaths ran arm'd through every Street,
With poison'd Darts, which not the Good could shun,
The Speedy could out-flie, or Valiant meet.
268.
The living few, and frequent Funerals then,
Proclaim'd thy Wrath on this forsaken place:
And now those few who are return'd agen,
Thy searching Judgments to their dwellings trace.
The living few, and frequent Funerals then,
Proclaim'd thy Wrath on this forsaken place:
And now those few who are return'd agen,
Thy searching Judgments to their dwellings trace.
269.
O pass not, Lord, an absolute Decree,
Or bind thy Sentence unconditional:
But in thy Sentence our Remorse foresee,
And in that foresight, this thy Doom recal.
O pass not, Lord, an absolute Decree,
Or bind thy Sentence unconditional:
But in thy Sentence our Remorse foresee,
And in that foresight, this thy Doom recal.
270.
Thy Threatings, Lord, as thine, thou maist revoke:
But, if immutable and fix'd they stand,
Continue still thy self to give the Stroke,
And let not Foreign-foes oppress thy Land.
Thy Threatings, Lord, as thine, thou maist revoke:
But, if immutable and fix'd they stand,
Continue still thy self to give the Stroke,
And let not Foreign-foes oppress thy Land.
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