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Poems on Affairs of State | ||
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Algernoon Sidney fills this Tomb;An Atheist, by declaiming Rome:
A Rebel bold, by striving still
To keep the Laws above the Will;
And hindring those would pull them down,
To leave no limits to a Crown:
Crimes damn'd by Church and Government,
Oh! whither must his Soul be sent?
Of Heaven it must needs despair,
If that the Pope be turn-key there;
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For there is all Tyrannick Reign,
And Purgatory's such a Pretence
As ne'er deceiv'd a Man of Sense:
Where goes it then? Where 't ought to go,
Where Pope and Devil have nought to do.
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