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But * Ross is risen, as Samuel, at his Call,

To tell that God has left th’ ambitious Saul:

Never (fays Heaven) shall the blushing SunSee Proger ’s Bastard fill the Regal Throne.

So Heaven fays; but Brandon fays he (hall ;

But whoe’er he protects, is -hie to fall.

Who can more certain of Destruction be,

Than he that trusts to such a Rogue as he ?

What Good can come from him, who York forsook,T’espouse the Int’rest of this booby Duke ?

But who the best of Masters could desert,

Is the most fit to take a Traytor’s PartiUngrateful ! This thy Master-piece of Sin,

Exceeds e’en that with which thou didst begin ;

Thou great Proficient in the Trade of Hell,

Whose later Crimes still do thy first excel :

The very Top of Villainy we seize,

By Steps, in Order, and by just Degrees :

None e’er was perfect Villain in one Day,Themurder’d Boy to Treason led the Way.

But when Degrees of Villainy we name,

How can we chuse but think of Buckingham ?

He who through all of them has boldly ran.

Left ne’er a Law unbroke of God or Man.

His treafur’d Sins of Supererogation,

Swell to a Sum enough to damn a Nation :

But he must here by Force be let alone,

His Acts require a Volume of their own jWhere rank’d in dreadful Order, shall appearAll his Exploits, from Shrewsbury to Le Meer.

But stay, methinks I on a sudden findMy Pen to treat on t’other Sex inclin’d :

* The Puke of Monmouth.

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