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 O England how revolving is thy State? How few thy Blessings? How severe thy Fate? O destin'd Nation, to be thus betray'd By those, whose Duty 'tis to serve and aid! A griping vile degen'rate viper Brood, That tear thy Vitals, and exhaust thy Blood. A varying Kind, that no fixt Rule pursue, But often form their Principles anew; Unknowing where to lodge supreme Command, Or in the King, or Peers, or Peoples Hand. One while the People's Sov'raignty they own, To vex and load a Peaceful Monarch's Crown; Who to his Subjects, when at length Restor'd, Without distinction was their common Lord. Rh