Miscelanea Meditations. Memoratiues. By Elizabeth Grymeston |
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XXXIII.
It was our Freedom to defend,
That We the People chose you,
And We the People do pretend
Our power of Choosing may extend
To punish and depose you.
That We the People chose you,
And We the People do pretend
Our power of Choosing may extend
To punish and depose you.
ANSWER.
We Apples cry'd the Horse-Turds,Were nought, but common Dung,
So We the People's us'd by you,
Who never had perhaps to do
With Choosing Right or Wrong.
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