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The only Cure, which could from Heav'n come down,Was so much Power and Clemency in One:One whose Extraction from a Noble Line,Gives Hopes again that Well-born Men may shine;The meanest in your Nature, Mild and Good;The Noblest Rest secured in your Blood.Much have we wonder'd, how you hid in Peace,A Mind proportion'd to such things as these:How such a Ruling Spirit you could restrain;And Practice first over your self to Reign.Your Private Life did a Just Pattern give,How Fathers, Husbands, Pious Men should live.Born to Command, your Princely Vertue slept,Like Humble David, whilst the Flock he kept:But when your troubled Country call'd you forth;Your flaming Courage and your matchless worth,

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