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of Dutch friends and English foes, Poor Britain shall have peace at last: Holland got towns, and we got blows; But Dunkirk's ours, we'll hold it fast. We have got it in a string; And the whigs may all go swing, For among good friends I love to be plain; All their false deluded hopes Will, or ought to end in ropes; "But the Queen shall enjoy her own again."

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Sunderland's run out of his wits, And Dismal double Dismal looks; Wharton can only swear by fits, And strutting Hal is off the hooks; Old Godolphin full of spleen, Made false moves, and lost his queen; Harry look'd fierce, and shook his ragged mane; But a prince of high renown Swore he'd rather lose a crown, "Than the Queen should enjoy her own again." III. Our