Miscelanea Meditations. Memoratiues. By Elizabeth Grymeston |
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Ye True-born Englishmen proceed
Our trifling Crimes Detect,
Let the Poor Starve, Religion Bleed,
The Dutch be damn'd, the French succeed,
And all by your Neglect.
Our trifling Crimes Detect,
Let the Poor Starve, Religion Bleed,
The Dutch be damn'd, the French succeed,
And all by your Neglect.
ANSWER.
Ye Slaves who make it your PretenceTo seek the Nations Good,
And cant, and snarl, and give Offence
To Men of Honesty and Sense,
As all Dissemblers shou'd.
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