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King James to himself,
by Mr. D---n.
Unhappy I, who once ordain'd did bearGod's Justice Sword, and his Vicegerent here,
Am now depos'd, 'gainst me my Children rise,
My Life must be their only Sacrifice.
Highly they me accuse, but nothing prove,
But this is out of Tenderness and Love:
They seek to spill my Blood, 'tis that alone
Must for the Nation's crying Sins atone.
But careful Heaven forewarn'd me in a Dream,
And shew'd me that my Dangers were extreme;
The Heavenly Vision spoke and bid me flee,
Th'ungrateful Wretches were not worthy me.
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Thus meer Necessity was made my Crime.
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