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That claim'd no An, for Merit ſtill
Escorts our P?aife againſt our Will:
The vileſt Wretch cou'd ne'er deny,
The Luſtre of the ſpangl'd Skie,
That Phabus is exalted ſo,
To ſhine on Mortals here below :
Thus Nature Envy does confute,
And make force good beyond Diſpute ;
Such is his Grace's Happineſs,
So great, that none can make him leſs,
So much reſembling Heav'nly Fire,
Which none can reach, but alt admire.

Did n't he commend the Revolution,
For good o'th' preſent Conſlitution ?
And make his Majeſty notorious,
Wiih ſpecious Title of Most Glorious,
Who brought that wond'rous Change to paſs,
Of freeing Folks from going to Maſs,
Who never of themſelves woi'd go,
In ſpight of all King J----cou'd do.

This we'll allow, but prithee tell,
Cou'd n't he commend Queen ANNE as well?
And chuſe ſuch Epithets as might
Shew her too in her proper Light ;
How (he from P-----n Thrall,
Has by her Conduct ſav'd us all,
And choſe ſuch Peers to manage for her,
As makes her Subjects all adore her,
Compell'd Grand Lewis to a Peace,
And of his Pyrates clear'd the Seas ;
Diſſolv'd the Juncto, which were worſe,
Who ſlily pick'd the Kingdom's Purſe,
And wou'd (if they were let run on)
Have made a Purchaſe of the Throne.
All this She did, and may She quell,
All ſtubb'rn Subjects that Rebel:
May her juſt Sceptre, ſent from God,
Be in her Hand like Aaron's Red;
Still ſlouriſhing, and ever green,
An Emblem of a Gracious Queen ;
An Amulet 'gainſt Facticus Fiends,
That wou'd deſtroy her and her Friends.
Go ſtraight and whiſper M-----w F- -h.
His Tongue or Brains have got a Wrench,
And of the twain, no matter which,
It's plain he made a ſcurvy Speech.

Now muſt I go e'er he's aware on't,
To tell a diſobliging Errant,
And if upon't he grows unkind,
] carn't a Fart, for Words are wind,
I'll anſwer him as well behind.
I muſl be of my Muſe obſervant,
Dear M-—w Em your Humble Servant.

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THIS Letter is to be Anſwer'd by one
             of Mr. F--h's Pupils.