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<P>A POEM ON THE TAKING OF NAMUR, By His MAJESTY.</P>
<Q><L>&mdash;Tu maximus Ille es,</L>
<L>&V;nus qui nobis cunctando re&s;tituis Rem.</L>
<BIBL><HI>Virgil&punc;</HI></BIBL></Q>
<P>By Mr. <HI>DENNE.</HI></P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>R. Cumberland,</HI> at the <HI>Angel</HI> in St. <HI>Paul</HI>'s Church-yard, 1695.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
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<HEAD>TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE Lord CUTTS.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>My Lord,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>SO many Rea&s;ons concur to frame an Excu&s;e for my Dedica|ting a thing of this nature to your Lord&s;hip, that nothing but the Quality of the Pre&s;ent can refute 'em. And I can &s;carce di&s;charge my Con&s;cience without freely owning it the Re&s;ult of that Flame, which the repeated In&s;tances of your Valour, unavoidably kindled in me. There's &s;o much of the Hero in all your &V;ndertakings, that they can't but inflame the dawning, and revive the dying Courage: For Light mu&s;t have its Reflexi|on; the Sun and Heat are in&s;eparable, and whate're it Touches it Warms. My Lord, Your Pen has te&s;tify'd your Contempt of Flattery: But all the World confe&s;&s;es there appears in Your Lord&s;hip &s;omething &s;o eminently great, that it ex|cludes the Po&s;&s;ibility of it. And we may well return upon you, my Lord, what you once &s;aid of our Late ever ble&s;&s;ed Queen; <HI>Your Soul is toucht with a Spark of that Fire, which warms the Hearts of Angels, and kindles Mortality into De&s;ires that are immortal: It inve&s;ts you with &s;omething &s;o glo|rious and divine, that we can never have Eyes enough to admire you, nor Tongues enough to prai&s;e you.</HI> And here, my Lord, you have drawn your own Picture, and none but your own Pen is worthy to de&s;cribe You. But Providence has made You &s;o eminently &s;erviceable to his Maje&s;ty and your Country, that 'tis but our Duty to bring You tho&s;e Lawrels which You have &s;o much to your Co&s;t, and for our Security, de&s;erv'd. When Dan|ger appear'd emphatically it&s;elf, and needed no Imagination to enlarge it; when Death &s;tood with his Dart almo&s;t vi&s;ible, and Heroes too much di&s;cover'd the Man, and recoyl'd at the Ap|prehen&s;ion;
<PB REF="3"><!-- PDF PAGE 94 -->then there appear'd in Your Lord&s;hip that Peculi|arity of Soul, that Spark of Fire, which urg'd you on to out|face De&s;truction, and even terrify the King of Terrors: Then You did in the highe&s;t &s;ence <HI>Virtutem extendere factis.</HI> We &s;ee in You that <GAP DESC="foreign">, that <GAP DESC="foreign">, which is &s;o ob&s;ervable in &s;ome Souls, that we que&s;tion our Alliance to them, and not improbably fancy them of a &s;ublimer Species. And &s;ince the Antients rank'd tho&s;e who were above the ordinary Level among their Divinities, why may not we think there is &s;ome Di&s;cri|mination, tho not corporeal, yet perhaps &s;piritual, between them and quotidian Souls, that they have &s;ome peculiar Tincture of Divinity, and are a Kind of <GAP DESC="foreign">, a Mixture of Natures? But now, My Lord, perhaps I'me guilty of too much Flame and Digre&s;&s;ion: But if ever any Con&s;ideration can give Ri&s;e to &s;uch a Thought, 'tis when I think upon your Lord&s;hip; and I can't but incline to the Opinion, and almo&s;t maintain it, when Your Lord&s;hip's Actions are &s;uch &s;trong A&s;&s;erters of it.</P>
<P>But, My Lord, I have many Rea&s;ons that plead for my Dedi|cation of this en&s;uing Concern to Your Lord&s;hip: Not only the <HI>Quorum pars magna fui&s;ti,</HI> and your being &s;o &s;ignally eminent in this Action, an Action which &s;ilences the loud Encomiums of <HI>Boileau,</HI> and transfers the unwilling Prai&s;es de&s;ign'd for <HI>Lewis</HI> upon his Maje&s;ty King <HI>William,</HI> as Mr. <HI>Motteux</HI> has happily done, and makes the <HI>French</HI> Academies &s;ub&s;ervient to the <HI>En|gli&s;h</HI> Glory; Not only that You have formerly honour'd the Mu&s;es with Your Inclinations: But, my Lord, You have before You a Mu&s;e educated in your own County, recreated in the &s;ame; ev'n in your own Groves, drawing the &s;ame Air, and which &s;aw how happily the &V;niver&s;ity of <HI>Cambridge</HI> di&s;cover'd her Judg|ment, when &s;he cho&s;e Your Lord&s;hip her Repre&s;entative, and &s;o willingly &s;econded the Inclinations of the re&s;t of the Kingdom. I que&s;tion not, but that Illu&s;trious Academy will be eager to &s;end her Mu&s;es to congratulate Your Lord&s;hip's Safety and Ho|nour; amid&s;t whom I hope you will pardon the perhaps too for Zeal of</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>Your Lord&s;hip's, Mo&s;t Humble, Obedient, and Devoted Servant,</HI> Henry Denne.</SIGNED>
<DATELINE><HI>Trinity College,</HI> Cambridge.</DATELINE></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>ON THE SIEGE OF NAMUR.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ONce more, my Mu&s;e, thy <HI>William</HI> is thy Theme;</L>
<L>The <HI>Briton</HI>'s Glory, and the VVorld's E&s;teem.</L>
<L>Thy utmo&s;t Thoughts the wondrous Man requires,</L>
<L>Heroic VVarmth; for He him&s;elf in&s;pires.</L>
<L>Exhau&s;t thy Soul upon that mighty Name,</L>
<L>And, to right <HI>William,</HI> &s;ound as loud as Fame.</L>
<L>But oh his worth is boundle&s;s as his Mind;</L>
<L>He &s;oars and leaves the flagging Mu&s;e behind.</L>
<L>So &s;ees the tow'ring Eagle from a far</L>
<L>The Linnet flutt'ring in inferior Air.</L>
<L>Each Year new Themes of Glory mu&s;t afford,</L>
<L>When <HI>William</HI>'s arm'd, and weilds the <HI>Briti&s;h</HI> Sword.</L>
<L>His En&s;ign rear'd attending Annals wait,</L>
<L>All <HI>Europe</HI>'s hu&s;ht, and Fame appears in State,</L>
<L>As at &s;ome wondrous Birth of long contriving Fate.</L>
<L>For he's not call'd but when the VVorld's at &s;take,</L>
<L>And when its Freedom's &s;trong Supporters &s;hake.</L>
<L>Some <HI>Lewis</HI> (Fate commanding) mu&s;t dccline,</L>
<L>And to a worthier Brow his Crown re&s;ign.</L>
<L>On other Thoughts I &s;train; th' unwilling Fire</L>
<L>Lies long conceal'd, nor an&s;wers my De&s;ire:</L>
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<L>But when Heroic <HI>William</HI> is the Theme</L>
<L>My Mu&s;e obeys; and, like &s;ome gentle Stream,</L>
<L>That &s;oftly &s;inks beneath the ri&s;ing Swan,</L>
<L>Flows in an ea&s;y, and a willing &s;train:</L>
<L>Then on I'll go before the vulgar Throng;</L>
<L>A Zeal like mine demands an early Song.</L>
<L>Yet &s;tay my Mu&s;e; and &s;ince your Aim's &s;o high,</L>
<L>Prune your young Wings, the feeble Pinions try,</L>
<L>E're you pre&s;ume to mount the dang'rous Sky.</L>
<L>Yet hark! what Shouts ari&s;e! what Armies tho&s;e!</L>
<L>What Hero's That, who pre&s;&s;es on his Foes!</L>
<L>It mu&s;t be <HI>William.</HI> Ha&s;te my Mu&s;e, and run,</L>
<L>Pre&s;ent your Laurels e're the Shouts are done;</L>
<L>Like morning Larks that mount to meet the Sun.</L>
<L>Again, what Noi&s;e! Ah! humbled <HI>Lewis</HI> falls;</L>
<L>While <HI>Briti&s;h</HI> En&s;igns, from the conquer'd Walls,</L>
<L>Wave at the backs of the retreating <HI>Gauls.</HI></L>
<L>See <HI>Britain</HI>'s Worthies! &s;ee <HI>Batavia</HI>'s there!</L>
<L>How god-like, how adorably &s;evere</L>
<L>Their <HI>William</HI> looks, while routed Foes de&s;pair!</L>
<L>View him, bold <HI>Kneller,</HI> and when e're you draw</L>
<L>The God of War and Conque&s;t, paint <HI>Na&s;&s;au.</HI></L>
<L>Oh! what a Rapture to a Martial Eye</L>
<L>In dire Array, and dreadful Pomp to &s;py</L>
<L>Armies re&s;olv'd to conquer, or to dye!</L>
<L>Methinks I &s;ee the matchle&s;s Feats of Arms</L>
<L>At <HI>Namur</HI> wrought. Oh how my Soul it warms!</L>
<L>The Tents are fixt, &s;urrounding Bands inclo&s;e</L>
<L>Within their rocky Forts the num'rous Foes.</L>
<L>New &s;parks of Honour dignify the Brave:</L>
<L>Again&s;t the Walls their eager Swords they wave.</L>
<L><HI>William,</HI> their Soul, the diff'rent Parties joyn'd,</L>
<L>Their daring En&s;igns &s;treaming in the Wind.</L>
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<L>While Arms on Arms, reflecting dreadful Rays,</L>
<L>Affright the Foes, who from their Ramparts gaze.</L>
<L>And now each Gen'ral to his Po&s;t repairs,</L>
<L>And urges Glory to the li&s;t'ning Ears</L>
<L>Of martial Souls; while deaf'ning &s;houts ari&s;e,</L>
<L>And each aloud the Neighb'ring <HI>Gauls</HI> defies.</L>
<L><HI>Namur,</HI> the de&s;tin'd Object of the War</L>
<L>Severely plea&s;ing, ri&s;es in the Air:</L>
<L>So beauteous! that it tempts the Warrior's Eye:</L>
<L>So &s;trong! he wi&s;hes, but he dares not try.</L>
<L>Ev'n <HI>William</HI> pau&s;es, when its &s;trength he views;</L>
<L>All but the Hero would the Task refu&s;e.</L>
<L>Fenc'd with va&s;t Rocks it &s;tands, and &s;eems to dare</L>
<L>The Siege of <HI>Europe</HI> joyning in a War.</L>
<L>Well might an Army there a Siege endure,</L>
<L>Where Fear, nay <HI>Lewis</HI> thought him&s;elf &s;ecure,</L>
<L><HI>Lewis</HI> &s;o nicely skill'd him&s;elf t' inclo&s;e</L>
<L>With Lines, and Bars, and Ramparts from his Foes.</L>
<L>Firm as the craggy Rock on which it &s;tands</L>
<L>A dreadful Ca&s;tle all the Plains commands.</L>
<L>Tow'rs, Rav'lins, Bulwarks, all around appear,</L>
<L>So fortified by <HI>France,</HI> as if her Fate lay there.</L>
<L>Art fini&s;ht there what Nature's Pow'r began,</L>
<L>To make the Rock impregnable to Man:</L>
<L>But more than man approaches; &s;ee from far,</L>
<L>The <HI>Briti&s;h</HI> Genius, and the God of War!</L>
<L>See <HI>William</HI> riding in imperial &s;tate,</L>
<L>While &s;ubject Heroes on the Monarch wait!</L>
<L>His gen'rous Steed, while warlike Mu&s;ic plays,</L>
<L>As &s;en&s;ible of Glory, proudly neighs.</L>
<L>And as the Hero to his Bands draws nigh,</L>
<L>Applauding &s;houts ari&s;e, and rend the Sky.</L>
<L>So lookt bright <HI>Michael</HI> in the Plains above,</L>
<L>Heading the Seraph<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">, when for Heav'n he &s;trove.</L>
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<L>Scarce with more Zealth' Aetherial Armies flew,</L>
<L>Winging their March to the Satanic Crew,</L>
<L>Than <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Warriors when the <HI>Gauls</HI> in view.</L>
<L>Yet to place Glory in a nobler Light,</L>
<L>And mount their Courage to the utmo&s;t height,</L>
<L>He tells what Fame to former <HI>Britons</HI> gave,</L>
<L>And thus addre&s;&s;es each attentive Brave.</L>
</LG>
<Q><L>The Hour, Ye gen'rous <HI>Britons,</HI> now is come,</L>
<L>That treach'rous <HI>France</HI> mu&s;t feel her dreaded Doom.</L>
<L>Fate &s;trikes by you; and Kingdoms, that depend</L>
<L>On this Event, mu&s;t &s;ee their Dangers end.</L>
<L><HI>Gauls</HI> wait for Promi&s;es and gilded Words;</L>
<L>There needs no whetting to the <HI>Briti&s;h</HI> Swords.</L>
<L>I'll not detain you, nor prolong their Pride:</L>
<L>Go on, and Conque&s;t right the injur'd &s;ide!</L>
<L>Now make the Slaves, as once at <HI>Crecy,</HI> bow,</L>
<L>And veil their Laurels to the <HI>Briti&s;h</HI> Brow:</L>
<L>As once, where e're your En&s;igns were di&s;plaid,</L>
<L>Submi&s;&s;ive Nations willing homage paid;</L>
<L>Your Kings &s;tood Umpires of di&s;&s;enting Crowns,</L>
<L>And &s;ettled tott'ring Monarchs on their Thrones.</L>
<L>Now let deceas'd <HI>Maria</HI>&mdash; (at that word</L>
<L>The Hero &s;igh'd) edge every loyal Sword.</L></Q>
<LG>
<L>He &s;topp'd. The <HI>Britains</HI> full of <HI>William</HI> ro&s;e:</L>
<L>Again they &s;hout, and fright the wondring Foes.</L>
<L>The Signal giv'n, up flies a fiery Bomb,</L>
<L>Hizzing amid&s;t the Clouds, and brings the Doom</L>
<L>Of Squadrons: Now another &s;een from far</L>
<L>Glares like a Meteor, while it burns the Air.</L>
<L>Again another, and another now;</L>
<L>Hundreds at once fly in a dreadful Row,</L>
<L>And &s;catter Ruine on the Town and Foe.</L>
<L>But lo! &s;ome mon&s;trous Globe is rear'd in &s;tate,</L>
<L>Glowing with Flame, and big with hidden Fate.</L>
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<L>Blown with &s;ulphureous breath the Engine flies,</L>
<L>Mounting with dreadful <HI>Syrma</HI> thro the Skies.</L>
<L>The Planets, and tho&s;e num'rous Worlds above,</L>
<L>Affrighted, from their &s;tated Order move.</L>
<L>Triumphant Fate away mean Wretches bears,</L>
<L>And falling Nobles mourn unfini&s;ht years.</L>
<L>Urg'd by Succe&s;s the Engineers apply</L>
<L>Di&s;mi&s;&s;ive Flame, and Legions upwards fly;</L>
<L>Like bearded Comets in a fiery Tract;</L>
<L>But Comets can but threaten what the&s;e act.</L>
<L>Aloft the dreadful <HI>Phaetons</HI> a&s;pire;</L>
<L>The trembling Crouds cry out the World's on fire</L>
<L>The Shades retreat, as tho the day's begun,</L>
<L>While the&s;e &s;upply the place of the departed Sun.</L>
<L>Now they de&s;cend, and, threat'ning all below,</L>
<L>Ru&s;h down with Vengeance on the &s;catt'ring Foe.</L>
<L>The <HI>French,</HI> provok'd by the prevailing Flame,</L>
<L>From their &s;trong Battlemenrs return the &s;ame.</L>
<L>A hundred brazen Mouths from far a&s;&s;ail</L>
<L>Th' un&s;helter'd Brave, with fatal Iron Hail.</L>
<L>Then out they &s;ally, but <HI>Cutts</HI> ready &s;tands</L>
<L>With wakeful Courage and well order'd Bands,</L>
<L>And meets the Foes: They, &s;hameful to retire,</L>
<L>Now &s;tand, now fall, now faulter, now expire,</L>
<L>Urg'd by the <HI>Briti&s;h</HI> Sword and <HI>Briti&s;h</HI> Fire.</L>
<L>A few e&s;cape and to their Friends declare,</L>
<L>How re&s;olute, how brave the <HI>Britons</HI> are;</L>
<L>How fond to meet, how carele&s;s of their fate,</L>
<L>Re&s;olv'd for Fame, impatient to be great.</L>
<L>Here <HI>Briti&s;h</HI> Chiefs watch the commanding word,</L>
<L>Fledg'd with new Honors from their Royal Lord,</L>
<L>Then each de&s;igns to &s;ignalize his Sword:</L>
<L>Scorning the vulgar Throng the Warrior flies,</L>
<L>Death marks his Aim, and Fate attends his Eyes.</L>
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<L>Forc'd by the fierce A&s;&s;ailers, now the <HI>Gauls</HI></L>
<L>Quit Po&s;t by Po&s;t; yet from their inmo&s;t Walls</L>
<L>They &s;hun our Fury and with&s;tand our Balls.</L>
<L>I love the Thir&s;t of Fame tho in a Foe,</L>
<L>Who faces Danger with a &s;ettled Brow.</L>
<L>Such Souls are worthier of our <HI>William</HI>'s aim,</L>
<L>And rai&s;e their own by adding to his Fame.</L>
<L>Danger appears now eminently great,</L>
<L>And Death is &s;erv'd in honourable &s;tate.</L>
<L>A Mar'&s;chal with an Army fights within,</L>
<L>All <HI>France</HI> without, is with a Mar'&s;chal &s;een.</L>
<L>All <HI>France,</HI> that's drein'd to keep th' important Town,</L>
<L>Swears to prevent th' Eclip&s;e of her Renown;</L>
<L>Her utmo&s;t Force comes on, but &s;tops at <HI>William</HI>'s Frown.</L>
<L>He then ordains th' A&s;&s;ault, that <HI>France</HI> may know,</L>
<L>He can take Towns, like her, and face a Foe.</L>
<L>Towns &s;tronger yet than e're their Armies took,</L>
<L>While twice our Number on our Valour look.</L>
<L>But who's the fitte&s;t found in <HI>William</HI>'s Eye,</L>
<L>Who dares the World's Applau&s;e &s;o dearly buy,</L>
<L>As to lead on, and climb the dreadful Walls,</L>
<L>Whence in&s;tant Ruine on th' A&s;&s;ailers falls,</L>
<L>And thro bad Ways, and narrowe&s;t Breaches fly</L>
<L>Where Crouds of Braves in &s;trong Intrenchments lye?</L>
<L>'Tis <HI>Cutts.</HI> Now, Fame, thy hundred Mouths prepare,</L>
<L>The Hero's Prai&s;e to di&s;tant Shores to bear.</L>
<L>Sing him, ye Bards, who love the banks of <HI>Cham,</HI></L>
<L>Ev'n infant Mu&s;es mu&s;t repeat his Name.</L>
<L>He too once felt the Mu&s;es gentle Fire,</L>
<L>When he vouch&s;aft to &s;trike the charming Lyre.</L>
<L>Brave Soul, you needs mu&s;t &s;corn the vulgar Road,</L>
<L>In&s;pir'd and guided by a double God.</L>
<L>See, up the &s;teep a&s;cent the Hero flies!</L>
<L>By his &s;ure Hand &s;ome ra&s;h Commander dies.</L>
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<L>Confed'rate Braves, whom his Example fires,</L>
<L>A&s;&s;ault the Foe, who by degrees retires,</L>
<L>And in his la&s;t Rece&s;s would keep his hold;</L>
<L>By Danger fierce, by De&s;peration bold,</L>
<L>The Lu&s;t of Fame provokes their noble Rage&punc;</L>
<L><HI>William</HI> in&s;pires, and all like Gods ingage</L>
<L>But &s;ee, at la&s;t the Mar'&s;chal's Valor fails;</L>
<L>O're <HI>Boufflers</HI> now &s;uperior <HI>Cutts</HI> prevails.</L>
<L>The <HI>Gauls</HI> give way; their &s;hort liv'd Courage &s;inks,</L>
<L>And each on gen'rous <HI>William</HI>'s Mercy thinks.</L>
<L>Ev'n the proud Mar'&s;chal, tho a&s;ham'd, afraid</L>
<L>Con&s;ents, and now the yielding Flag's di&s;plaid.</L>
<L>Un&s;ated Death unwillingly gives o're;</L>
<L>Un&s;ated Death, like <HI>Lewis,</HI> would have more.</L>
<L>While &s;tretcht in State the pen&s;ive Monarch lies,</L>
<L>Detain'd by Fear, tho Honor bids him ri&s;e.</L>
<L>On yielding Down maje&s;tically &s;pread,</L>
<L>He dreams, and &s;eems to threat'ning Danger dead.</L>
<L>He &s;trives by &s;leep his anxious Thoughts to ea&s;e;</L>
<L>For, while awake, he in&s;tant Ruine &s;ees;</L>
<L>Fear antidates his Fate; before his Eyes</L>
<L><HI>Namur</HI> &s;urrenders, and his Army flies.</L>
<L>But lo! the Guardian Genius of his Crown,</L>
<L>The <HI>Gallic</HI> Demon, with a boding Frown,</L>
<L>Once more forewarns him to for&s;ake his Down.</L>
<L>To urge him more, he o're his Pillow &s;tood,</L>
<L>And &s;tream'd upon him vi&s;ionary Blood.</L>
<L>And thus be&s;peaks him&mdash;</L>
</LG>
<Q><L>Sleep'&s;t thou, <HI>Grand Monarch?</HI> What, in Slumbers found;</L>
<L>When round your Ears the <HI>Briti&s;h</HI> Trumpets &s;ound!</L>
<L>Shall the dull Pilot, when the Surges roar,</L>
<L>And mount, and beat, and rage; &s;upinely &s;nore?</L>
<L>And, carele&s;s of his Charge, the Rudder leave</L>
<L>An ea&s;y &s;port to each in&s;ulting Wave?</L>
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<L><HI>William,</HI> prevailing <HI>William</HI> loudly calls,</L>
<L>Near the <HI>Mehaign,</HI> and <HI>Namur</HI>'s tott'ring Walls.</L>
<L>He calls Thee, but unan&s;wer'd in the Air</L>
<L>The &s;ound is lo&s;t; no <HI>Lewis</HI> dares appear.</L>
<L>Ari&s;e; for now unfriendly Fame has &s;pread,</L>
<L>The Town's your Rival's, and your Army's fled.</L>
<L>Triumphant <HI>William</HI> rides along the Plain,</L>
<L>While Nations freed adore the wondrous Man.</L></Q>
<LG>
<L>At this he &s;tarts, and &s;oon the dreaded News</L>
<L>The Truth of the forewarning Vi&s;ion &s;hews.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But now, my Mu&s;e, confe&s;s your dying fire,</L>
<L>Nor to the height, you cannot reach, a&s;pire;</L>
<L>Own, own the Theme too great, and &s;ilently admire.</L>
<L>But in what Brea&s;t glows a Poetic Flame</L>
<L>Warm as the Monarch's, equal to his Fame?</L>
<L>Who &s;hall in equal Ver&s;e the Hero's worth proclaim?</L>
<L>Sure all mu&s;t the &s;uperior Task decline,</L>
<L>But<NOTE N="*" PLACE="foot">The Right Honourable <HI>Mr. Charles Montague.</HI></NOTE> He who &s;ung the Monarch at the <HI>Boyne.</HI></L>
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