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THE SUCCESSION.
THE precious Gem call'd Loyalty grows scarce,
The Saints pretending, turns it into Farce,
Whilst Englands great Prerogative does grow
Into Contempt by the Tumultuous Foe,
Whose subtile secret Hypocritick gins,
Wou'd turn the Frame of Nature off its pins
A Painted Zeal must back what they Decree,
And while the Cheat pretends to Loyalty,
Heaven must be mock'd t' uphold their Treachery.
Blush then Disloyal Mortals, let your shame
All wild Attempts against your Reason Tame,
Nor think your selves who are but Subjects, Kings,
You know Religion teaches better things,
Late reeling times sufficiently have shown
The Effects of Masquerade Religion,
When Charles the Great whose Memory shall Live,
Cou'd not their Loyal Principles Survive,
And those who dare oppose Succession
Wou'd play the same Game over with the Son,