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On the D---ss of P---th's Picture,
Sept. 1682.
Who can on this Picture look,
And not strait be wonder strook,
That such a peaking doudy thing,
Should make a Beggar of a King?
Three happy Nations turn to Tears,
And all their former Love to Fears;
Ruine the Great, and raise the Small,
Yet will by turns betray 'um All
Lowly born, and meanly bred,
Yet of this Nation is the Head:
For half Whitehall make her their Court,
Tho th'other half make her their sport.
Monmouth's Tamer, Jeffery's Advance,
Foe to England, Spye for France;
False and foolish, proud and bold,
Ugly as you see, and Old.
In a word, her mighty Grace
Is Whore in all things but her Face.
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