A Journey to Hell or, A Visit paid to the Devil. A poem. The Second Edition [by Edward Ward] |
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Nay, more, my Lord, dead Worthies they defam'd,
Whose Reliques justly Veneration claim'd,
Rak'd in their Annals, and revil'd their Dust,
With base Reports, unchristian and unjust;
What Truths they found that would their Work supply,
Their Malice still improv'd into a Lye:
Pass'd by their Vertues which will out-live Time,
And magnify'd each slip into a Crime.
So angry Statesmen, enviously bent
To harrass or subvert the Government,
Select their Kings bad Actions from the Good,
And shew him monstrous to the Multitude.
Whose Reliques justly Veneration claim'd,
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With base Reports, unchristian and unjust;
What Truths they found that would their Work supply,
Their Malice still improv'd into a Lye:
Pass'd by their Vertues which will out-live Time,
And magnify'd each slip into a Crime.
So angry Statesmen, enviously bent
To harrass or subvert the Government,
Select their Kings bad Actions from the Good,
And shew him monstrous to the Multitude.
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