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O purchase kingdoms, and to buy renown, Are arts peculiar to dissembling France; You, mighty monarch, nobler actions crown, And solid virtue does your name advance. Your matchless courage with your prudence joins The glorious structure of your fame to raise; With its own light your dazzling glory shines, And into adoration turns our praise. Had you by dull succession gain'd your crown (Cowards are monarchs by that title made), Part of your merit Chance would call her own, And half your virtues had been lost in shade. But now your worth its just reward shall have: What trophies and what triumphs are your due! Who could so well a dying nation save, At once deserve a crown, and gain it too! Rh