Original - Duke Divinity School
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They lick the Spittle which the Whigs have thrown;<br />
Embrace the authors of their former Fears,<br />
Forgetting in an hour the Spoil of Years:<br />
Reserved and Silent you at distance stand,<br />
Nor hast to kiss the oft-extended hand.<br />
Their Compliments and Hopes let others show;<br />
And if you must be laugh’d at, Be it so.<br />
If G[eorge], ascending his Imperial Throne,<br />
With decent grief a Father may bemoan,<br />
Let not his partial greatness e’er require<br />
That duteous Oxford should neglect his Sire;<br />
A Sire who left a Heritage more fair<br />
Than hoarded wealth or scepters to his Heir.<br />
A Harley seldom treads this mortal Stage;<br />
But Kings and Misers rise in every age.<br />
He used for public good the public Store,<br />
Still daring to be Just and to be Poor;<br />
Firm to his Country’s and Religion’s cause,<br />
True to our ancient Faith and ancient Laws.<br />
He due regard to Learning’s Seat profess’d;<br />
Nor awed with Threatenings, nor with Troops oppress’d;<br />
Skilfull through suppliant Crowds to force his way,<br />
And call retiring merit into Day.<br />
No narrow Views his mighty Soul confined,<br />
Friend to the World, and Patron to Mankind.<br />
He join’d in glorious Peace contending kings,<br />
And pluck’d the Austrian Eagle’s spreading Wings.<br />
He knew the Rage of Faction’s Tide to stem,<br />
And gave the B[runswic]k Race their Diadem.<br />
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