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Rh Best Men, that Warr'd still firmly for their Prince, Thô Faithless, and Unshaken Duty shew'd; Worthy of Better End. Where Cities stood, Well Fenc'd, and Numerous, Desolation Reigns, And Emptiness, dismay'd, unfed, unhous'd, The Widow, and the Orphan Strole around The Desart wide; with oft retorted Eye They view the Gaping Walls, and Poor Remains Of Mansions, once their own (now loathsome Haunts Of Birds obscene), bewailing loud the Loss Of Spouse, or Sire, or Son, e'er Manly Prime Slain in sad Conflict, and complain of Fate As Partial, and too Rigorous; nor find Where to Retire themselves, or where Appease Th'afflictive keen Desire of Food, expos'd To Winds, and Storms, and Jaws of Savage Beasts.

Thrice Happy Albion! from the World disjoin'd By Heav'n Propitious, Blissful Seat of Peace! Learn from Thy Neighbour's Miseries to Prize Thy Welfare; Crown'd with Nature's Choicest Gifts, Remote Thou hear'st the Dire Effect of War, Depopulation, void alone of Fear, And Peril, whilst the Dismal Symphony Rh