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WHIG SONGS. 88^
With each heart's vein dread Europe's chain,
Since there no thing more true is,
Tban that, if Spain must appertain
To Anjou, he is Lewis.
Grod save the queen, if thus they mean,
And from old Lew — defend her !
Since five and five are no more ten,
Than he is our Pretender.
He own'd King Will, and so would still.
To gain a breathing truce,
Then keep his royal word until
To break it was of use.
So faithless winds decoy the ship,
With promise to persist.
Then into some cross corner slip,
And drive her as they list.
Who first a mouse -trap did invent,
And baited it with bacon ;
This mythologic warning meant.
Be not by fair words taken.
In vain poor souls have flock'd in shoals,
If peace should slaves decree 'em,
To offer up at quire of Paul's
Their needless psalm, Te Deujyi.
It was not thus in days of old.
As hist'ries do repeat ;
For men did then a diff'rence hold
'Twixt vict'ry and defeat.
Nor was the secret often known
Through course of ages past,
The conquering side to be undone,
The conquei-'d gain at last.
A gamester, at a hazard-bet,
Would think't a bubble case.
When main is thrown and stake is set,
To lose it at deux-ace.
Thus smitten hearts feel cruel darts
Prom a I'eceding eye,