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To such a Tempest as now threatens all,Did not your Mighty Arm prevent the fall.If Rome's great Senate could not weild the sword,Which of the Conquer'd World had made them Lord;What hope had ours, while yet their Power was new,To Rule Victorious Armies, but by you?You, that had taught them to subdue their Foes,Could order, teach, and their high Spirits com­pose:To every Duty could their Minds engage;Provoke their Courage, and command their Rage.So when a Lyon shakes his dreadful Main,And angry grows; if he that first took pain,To tame his Youth, approach the haughty Beast;He bends to him, but frights away the rest.Then let the Muses, with such Notes as these,Instruct us what belongs unto our Peace.

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