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 342 Anne BradJireeVs Works.

Then high Commiffions fhall fall to decay,

And Purfivants, and Catchpoles want their pay.

So fhall thy happy Nation ever flourifh,

When truth & righteoufnes they thus fhall nourifh

When thus in peace, thine Armies brave fend out.

To lack proud Rome, and all her Vaffals rout;

There let thy Name, thy fame, and glory ^ fhine.

As did thine Anceftors in Palejiine:

And let her fpoyls full pay, with Intereft be,

Of what unjuftly once fhe poU'd from thee.

Of all the woes thou canft, let 4ier be fped,

And on her pour'' the vengeance threatned;

Bring forth the Beaft that rul'd the World with's beck.

And tear his flefh, «& fet your feet on's neck;

And make his filthy Den fo defolate,

To th' ftonifhment of all that knew his ftate:

This done with brandifh'd Swords to Tiirky goe, [202]

For then what is't, but Englifh blades dare do.

And lay her wafte for fo's the facred Doom,

And do to Gog as thou haft done to Rome.

Oh Abraham's feed lift up your heads on high.

For fure the day of your Redemption's nigh;

The Scales fliall fall from your long blinded eyes.

And him you fhall adore who now defpife.

Then fulnefs of the Nations in fhall flow,

And Jew and Gentile to one worfhip go;

Then follows dayes of happinefs and reft;

Whofe lot doth fall, to live therein is blefl:

f thv valour. ^ Execute toth' full.

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