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A new Catch in praise of the Reverend Bishops.
True Englishmen, drink a good Health to the Mitre;Let our Church ever Flourish tho her Enemies Spight Her:
May their Cunning and Forces no longer prevail,
And their Malice, as well as their Arguments, fail.
Then remember the Seven which supported our Cause,
As Stout as our Martyrs, and as Just as our Laws.
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