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358 Thy clemency did yerst esteem as much The acclamations of the poor as rich, Which makes me deem my rudeness is no wrong, Though I resound thy praises 'mongft the throng.

No Phœnix pen, nor Spencers poetry. No Speeds nor Cambdens learned History, Elizahs works, warrs, praise, can e're compact, The World's the Theatre where she did act. No memoryes nor volumes can contain The 'leven Olympiads of her happy reign: Who was so good, so just, so learn'd so wise. From all the Kings on earth she won the prize.