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And thou a Child, a Limbe, and dofl not feel

My fainting weakned body now to reel ?

This Phylick purging potion, I have taken, [^931

Will bring confumption, or an Ague quaking,

Unlefs fome Cordial, thou fetch from high.

Which prefent help may eafe my^ malady.

If I deceafe, doft think thou fhalt furvive?

Or by my wafting ftate doft think to thrive?

Then weigh our cafe, if 't be not juftly fad ;

Let me lament alone, while thou art glad.

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And thus (alas) your ftate you much deplore In general terms, but will not fay wherefore : What medicine fhall I feek to cure this woe. If th' wound '^ fo dangerous I may not know.* But you perhaps, would have me ghefs it out: What hath fome Hengiji like that Saxon ftout By fraud or force ufurp'd thy flo wring crown, Or^ by tempeftuous warrs thy fields trod down/ Or hath Canutus, that brave valiant Dane The Regal peacefull Scepter from thee tane / .Or is't a Norman, whofe vi6torious hand With Englifh blood bedews thy conquered land ? Or is't Inteftine warrs that thus offend? Do Matid and StepJiefi for the crown contend ?

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