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The Answer.
'Tis well you've thought upon the chiefest Cause,Change nothing of Religion nor the Laws.
Let the great Monarch this good Motto wear,
Not only in his Arms but every where.
Integer Vitæ, is my whole Defence,
Scelerisque purus, a frost strong defence;
Non egec Mauri, that no Forces need,
Jaculis nec Arcu, which contentions breed:
Nec venenatis gravida Sagittis
Pharetra, to make Loyal his own Cities.
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