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No Christian Prince, thus, partially, would seek
The impious Proud, and miss the pious Meek—
On shameless Vice, and Irreligion, show'r
The noblest Honours, heightening Pride with Pow'r;
Or heap on Pomp, and Vanity, still more,
Their pillag'd winnings from the working Poor;
And still to endless toils, and cares, condemn
The labouring Rank, to lavish all on Them,
But curb base Courtiers, Sin-taught Sons restrain,
And stint his Pomp to ease their toil and pain!
The impious Proud, and miss the pious Meek—
On shameless Vice, and Irreligion, show'r
The noblest Honours, heightening Pride with Pow'r;
Or heap on Pomp, and Vanity, still more,
Their pillag'd winnings from the working Poor;
And still to endless toils, and cares, condemn
The labouring Rank, to lavish all on Them,
But curb base Courtiers, Sin-taught Sons restrain,
And stint his Pomp to ease their toil and pain!
One King there was, who liv'd awhile on Earth,
Who boasted not his Blood, or courtly Birth,
But whose sublime descent was high'r than all
That Men—Lords—Princes—Kings—or Emperors, call—
For, tho' his Mother dwelt in humblest case,
She claim'd pure Pedigree, from kingly Race;
And tho' His Frame, from her, was earthly clod,
His Father was the great—eternal—God!
Who boasted not his Blood, or courtly Birth,
But whose sublime descent was high'r than all
That Men—Lords—Princes—Kings—or Emperors, call—
For, tho' his Mother dwelt in humblest case,
She claim'd pure Pedigree, from kingly Race;
And tho' His Frame, from her, was earthly clod,
His Father was the great—eternal—God!
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