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So they stripped off her robe; but the loss to atone. His Majesty gave her a cloak of his own;
 * Lent her armies and fleets for protectors;

To diminish her cares, and to lighten their weight, For her guardians appointed the Lords of the State,
 * And a Board to direct her Directors.

Thus equipp'd, and embrac'd by the beams of the throne. As once Semele, wrapp'd in Jove's attributes, shone,
 * Now as meek and resigned as a martyr.

With the guilt of imputed offences defil'd, By rapacity pilfer'd, by malice revil'd.
 * She gave up the ghost, and her charter.

Though ignoble her birth, yet in death she may boast
 * That her orb in the colours of glory was lost.
 * Like the sun, when he sets in Orion;

This reflection of comfort at least to produce— That her greatness arose from the quill of a goose,
 * And was crush'd by the paw of a lion.