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XIX.
[The lately mention'd Sparks are hardly gone]
The lately mention'd Sparks are hardly gone,
But out of Breath more Hawkers run,
With the good News of the intire defeat,
Perform'd by th'Arms and Conduct of the Great
Illustrious William at the Famous Boyne,
Where he like Cæsar crost the Rubicon.
The trembling Irish ran away like Hares,
And none to look behind him dares;
It might in every Face be read,
How each ones Heart affected stood;
And tho' Distinction's Politick I hate,
Yet by the Chearfulness which sate,
Upon the Brow of one while t'other shew'd,
A forc'd Complacence, nay, perhaps a Smile,
At reading of the News it was not hard,
To guess whose Interest was lov'd and fear'd.
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