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The Triple Combat.

When thro the World fair Mazarine had run,Bright as her Fellow-Traveller, the Sun;Hither at length the Roman Eagle flyes,As the last Triumph of her conqu'ring Eyes.As Heir to Julius, she may pretendA second time to make this Island bend.But Portsmouth, springing from the ancient raceOf Britains, which the Saxon here did chase,As they great Cæsar did oppose, makes head,And does against this new Invader lead.That goodly Nymph, the taller of the two,Careless and fearless to the Field does go.Becoming blushes on the other wait,And her young look excuses want of height.

Beauty

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