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The Ocean, which so long our hopes confind,Could give no limits to his vaster mind:Our bounds enlargement was his latest toil;Nor hath he left us Prisoners to our Isle.Under the Tropick is our Language spoke,And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our Yoke.From Civil Broils, he did us disingage;Found Nobler Objects for our Martial Rage:And with wise Conduct, to his Country show'd,Their ancient way of Conquering abroad.Ungrateful then! if we no Tears allowTo him, that gave us Peace and Empire too.Princes that fear'd him, grieve, concern'd to seeNo pitch of Glory from the Grave is free.Nature her self, took notice of his Death;And sighing, swell'd the Sea with such a breath:That to remotest Shores her Billows rowl'dTh' approaching Fate of their great Ruler told.

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