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 ANDREW MARVELL

This was that memorable hour Which first assured the forced power:

So when they did design

The Capitol's first line,

A Bleeding Head, where they begun, Did fright the architects to run;

And yet in that the State

Foresaw its happy fate!

And now the Irish are ashamed To sec themselves in one year tamed: So much one man can do That does both act and know.

They can affirm Jiis praises best, And have, though overcome, confest

How good he is, how just

And fit for highest trust;

Nor yet grown stiffer with command, But still in the Republic's hand

How fit he is to sway

That can so well obey!

He to the Commons' feet presents A Kingdom for his first year's rents, And, what he may, forbears His fame, to make it theirs:

And has his sword and spoils ungirt To lay them at the public's skirt.

So when the falcon high

Falls heavy from the sky,

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