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 New Ways, new Means my restless Thoughts imploy, How Albion to reduce, her Peace destroy. Long have I labour'd, but alas! In vain, For now Succeeds the Heav'nly Anna's Reign; Who watchful Guards a Stubborn Peoples Good, By Fears not stagger'd, nor by Force subdu'd. Such are the Gifts of her Capacious Mind, Where Justice Mercy Piety are joyn'd. As Motion Light and Heat, combin'd in one, Make up the Glorious Essence of the Sun. But still she Mortal is, nor will I cease, Till my Revenge be Crown'd with wish'd Success. First then, suppose we shou'd divest the Throne Of Friends, whose Souls are Kindred to her own. Celsus