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 Is't not enough that in despight of Thee My Name's assum'd by Vile Hypocrisy, That her rapacious Hand shall Seize my Due, My Croziers, Mitres and Tiara too? Must I behold my Heritage laid Waste, My Vineyard made a Prey to each Wild Beast!

In Stormy Times, and when my Reign was young, My God-like Sons, with Holy Ardor stung, Wou'd Face a Tempest, and, prepar'd to Die, The Thunder of a Tyrant's Rage defy: Soon as Baptiz'd, in Martyrdom expire, And from the Font Run joyful to the Fire. With my Inspiring Name their Souls were fill'd, And only breath'd the Doctrines I Instill'd. To High Preferments call'd in Church or State, True to my Rules they scorn'd the glittering bait, Nor Mounted the World's Stage but with Regret. Those