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But sooth the Pain awhile, and bring Relief,

With all the softest Elegance of Grief.

In sad complaining Sounds her Sighs return,

And own, your Queen has wond’rous Cause to mourn.But then intreat her to regard our Fears,

And count the vast Expence of Royal Tears.

May Heav'n, and fire, if Heav'n our Crimes can spare,'Make that inestimable Life their Care. ,

That we implore, with anxious Fears oppress’d,Sollicitous for That, and thoughtless of the reft.

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A FORM or the Death of oar LateMost Gracious Sovereign Queen Anne •and the Acceflion of His Most Ex-cellent Majesty King George, 1714.

Translated from the Li tin of Bishop Smalridye. ByMr. S E VV E L L.

W HEN her Britannia wept Eli z a’s Doom,

And mourn'd with equal Tears Maria's Tomb,As each deferv’d, each equal Muses Crew,

Nor to their Heav’n without a Poet flew ;

But now, what bolder Wing her Fame shall try ?

Who follow Anna thro’ the boundless-Sky ?

Who shall describe, in an exalted Strain,

The Wars and Triumphs of a Female Reign?

Who Nations in eternal Leagues rehearse,

And Peace well worthy an eternal Verse ?

Thou, * Sacred Dome, whom Royal Founders claim,Wonted of old to grace the Royal Nam e,

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* Christ-Church.