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O England how revolving is thy State?
How few thy Blessings? How severe thy Fate?
O destin'd Nation, to be thus betray'd
By those, whose Duty 'tis to serve and aid!
A griping vile degen'rate viper Brood,
That tear thy Vitals, and exhaust thy Blood.
A varying Kind, that no fixt Rule pursue,
But often form their Principles anew;
Unknowing where to lodge supreme Command,
Or in the King, or Peers, or Peoples Hand.
One while the People's Sov'raignty they own,
To vex and load a Peaceful Monarch's Crown;
Who to his Subjects, when at length Restor'd,
Without distinction was their common Lord.
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