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His Fame, his Conduct, and that Martial Look,The guilty Scotch with such a Terror strook;That to his Courage they resign the Field,Who to his Bounty had refus'd to yield.Glad that so little Loyal Blood it cost,He grieves so many Britains should be lost;Taking more Pains, when he beheld them yield,To save the Flyers, than to win the Field:And at the Court his Interest does employ,That none, who scap'd his fatal Sword, should dye.And now these rash bold Men their Error find,Not trusting one beyond his Promise kind;One whose great Mind, so bountiful and brave,Had learnt the Art to Conquer, and to Save.In Vulgar Breasts no Royal Vertues dwell,Such deeds as these his high Extraction tell;And give a secret Joy to him that Reigns,To see his Blood Triumph in Monmouth's Veins:

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