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our eyes the royal dove, Still innocent, as harbinger of love: 10 The ark is open'd to dismiss the train, And people with a better race the plain. Tell me, ye Powers! why should vain man pursue, With endless toil, each object that is new, And for the seeming substance leave the true? Why should he quit for hopes his certain good, And loathe the manna of his daily food? Must England still the scene of changes be, Tost and tempestuous, like our ambient sea? Must still our weather and our wills agree? 20 Without our blood our liberties we have: Who that is free would fight to be a slave? Or, what can wars to after-times assure, Of which our present age is not secure? All that our monarch would for us ordain, Is but to enjoy the blessings of his reign. Our land's an Eden, and the main's our fence, While we preserve our state of innocence: That lost, then beasts their brutal force employ, And first their lord, and then themselves destroy. 30 What civil broils have cost, we know too well; Oh! let it be enough that once we fell! And every heart conspire, and every tongue, Still to have such a king, and this king long. * * * * * XXXI. EPILOGUE FOR "THE KING'S HOUSE."[59] We act by fits and starts, like drowning men, But just peep up, and then pop down again. Let those who call us wicked change their sense; For never men lived more on Providence. Not lottery cavaliers are half so poor, Nor broken cits, nor a vacation whore; Not courts, nor courtiers living on the rents Of the three last ungiving parliaments: So wretched, that, if Pharaoh could divine, He might have spared his dream of seven lean kine, 10 And changed his vision for the Muses Nine. The comet that, they say, portends a dearth, Was but a vapour drawn from play-house earth: Pent there since our last fire, and, Lilly says, Foreshows our change of state, and thin third-days. 'Tis not our want of wit that keeps us poor; For then the printer's press would suffer more. Their pamphleteers each day their venom spit; They thrive by treason, and we starve by wit. Confess the truth, which of you has not laid 20 Four farthings out to buy the Hatfield maid? Or, which is duller yet, and more would spite us, Democritus
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