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THE English SLAVE.
Why boast we our Freedom, and good antient Cause,Our Rights, and our Titles, and true English Laws;
When we're taken amidst all our Triumphs and Arms,
By Albion's fair Daughters all-conquering Charms?
Sure the Gods are resolv'd, (since we can't be outbrav'd,
Nor by any foreign Invasion enslav'd)
They'll try what our wily young Women can do,
If they by their Arts can't our Courage subdue;
They have try'd, and 'tis over; the Victory's won,
Silks rustle, Fans flutter, and lo! we're undone.
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