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Here foreign Gold no more shall make them come;Our English Iron holds them fast at home.They that henceforth must be content to knowNo warmer Region than their Hills of Snow;May blame the Sun, but must extol your Grace,Which in our Senate hath allow'd them place:Preferr'd by Conquest, happily o'rethrown,Falling they Rise, to be with us made one.So kind Dictators made, when they came home,Their vanquisht Foes Free Citizens of Rome.Like favour find the Irish, with like fate,Advanced to be a Portion of our State.Whilst by your Valour, and obliging Mind,Nations divided by the Sea are joyn'd.Holland to gain our friendship is contentTo be our Out-gard on the Continent:She from her fellow Provinces would go,Rather than hazard to have you her Foe.

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