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 None e'er cou'd die with due Solemnity, Unless his Pass-port first was sign'd by Me. My arbitrary Bounty's undeny'd; I give Reversions, and for Heirs provide. None cou'd the tedious Nuptial State support; But I, to make it easie, make it short. I set the discontented Matrons free, And ransom Husbands from Captivity. Shall one of such Importance then engage In noisie Riot, and in Civil Rage? No. I'll endeavour strait a Peace, and so Preserve my Character, and Person too.

But Discord, that still haunts with hideous Mien Those dire Abodes where Hymen once has been, O'er-heard Mirmillo's Anguish, then begun In peevish Accents to express her own.

Have I so often banish'd lazy Peace From her dark Solitude, and lov'd Recess? Have I made Sth and Shck disagree, And puzzle Truth with learn'd Obscurity? And does my faithful Fson profess His Ardour still for Animosities? Have I, Britannia's Safety to insure, Expos'd her naked, to be more secure? Have I made Parties opposite, unite, In monstrous Leagues of amicable Spight To curse their Country, whilst the common Cry Is Freedom, but their Aim, the Ministry? And shall a Dastard's Cowardise prevent The War, so long I've labour'd to foment? No.