Miscelanea Meditations. Memoratiues. By Elizabeth Grymeston |
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XXXVI.
When to be chose with Caps in hand
You courted every Voice,
You were our Servants at Command
By which it seems you understand,
Until we made our Choice.
You courted every Voice,
You were our Servants at Command
By which it seems you understand,
Until we made our Choice.
ANSWER.
If things were rightly understood,You'd be in other Story,
And freely own, as Sinners shou'd,
They're forced to beg to do us Good,
And forward Englands Glory.
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