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348 APPENDIX.
Then let this suflBce, we have power,
All nations unto us shall bow.
Was England so happy before,
Or ever so glorious as now ?
Now we have a most gracious prince,
By none this denied can be ;
Then surely we're all blest, since
There's none so happy as we.
Tune— "Hail to the Myrtle Shades."
All hail to London fair town !
Hail the mayor and the shrieves !
Hail to the scarlst gown,
Whose sentence our Patience grieves !
Justice and law have prevail'd.
With Patience a verdict to find
'Grainst Patience, whose conscience fail'd.
Oh, Patience ! why art so blind %
Patience, the joy of the town,
The comfort and hope of the crowd ;
Patience, who got great renown
By perjury, lies, and fraud ;
Patience, who ne'er had the heart
His sovereign's rights to maintain ;
But Patience he had the art
To swear, and forswear again.
Patience for church and for state,
And Patience for meetings by stealth ;
Patience, who would translate
The state to a commonwealth ;
Whose zeal has his Patience betray'd,
To lie for the saints in distress ;
Nay, though he's forsworn, 'tis said,
He swore he could do no less.
Patience, whose zeal did contrive
The Monument, figures, and spire.
That, while there's a Papist alive,
We may not forget the Fire,