Miscelanea Meditations. Memoratiues. By Elizabeth Grymeston |
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Then blush ye Senators to see
How all Men stand dismay'd,
The Nation shou'd so patient be,
To bear withal your Villany,
And see themselves betray'd.
How all Men stand dismay'd,
The Nation shou'd so patient be,
To bear withal your Villany,
And see themselves betray'd.
ANSWER.
Then blush, vile, murm'ring Scribe at sightOf what you cannot prove,
And see whilst you Invectives write,
How Senators contemn your spight,
And gain the Nations Love.
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