This was that memorable hour Which first assured the forced power:
So, when they did design
The Capitol's first line,
A bleeding head, where they begun, Did fright the architects to run;
And yet in that the State
Foresaw its happy fate !
And now the Irish are ashamed To see themselves in one year tamed : So much one man can do That doth both act and know.
They can affirm his praises best,
And have, though overcome, confessed
How good he is, how just,
And fit for highest trust;
Nor yet grown stiffer with command, But still in the Republic's hand
(How fit he is to sway,
That can so well obey !),
He to the Commons' feet presents A kingdom for his first year's rents,
And (what he may) forbears
His fame to make it theirs:
And has his sword and spoils ungirt To lay them at the public's skirt.
So when the falcon high
Falls heavy from the sky,
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