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When absent, yet we conquer'd in his right;

For though some meaner Artist's Skill were shown,
In mingling colours, or in placing light,
Yet still the fair designment was his own.

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For from all tempers he could service draw;

The worth of each with its allay he knew;
And as the Confident of Nature, saw
How she Complexions did divide and brew.

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Or he their single vertues did survay

By intuition in his own large Breast,
Where all the rich Ideas of them lay,
That were the Rule and measure to the rest.

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When such Heroique Vertue Heaven sets out,

The Stars like Commons sullenly obey;
Because it drains them when it comes about,
And therefore is a Tax they seldom pay.

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From this high-spring our foraign Conquests flow,

Which yet more glorious triumphs do portend.
Since their Commencement to his Arms they owe,
If Springs as high as Fountains may ascend.

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He made us Freemen of the Continent

Whom Nature did like Captives treat before,
To nobler prey's the English Lyon sent,
And taught him first in Belgian walks to rore.

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That old unquestioned Pirate of the Land,

Proud Rome, with dread, the fate of Dunkirk har'd;