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THE FALL OF MORTIMER. 23
Who perilh by confent of Perjury.
^ivl'ho. Delam. Nay, whilft thefe vile Poflcflbrs
wreck the Land,
Your Worth decays, and Glory runs to Ruin.
It can't lad long, they think, fo make the moft
on't.
Afllime your Right, or we muft all Tubmit :
Our Country, like Eftates held in Difpute,
Fertile in Woods. and Parks, the Pride of Wealth;
If he that's in PefleiTion thinks it (hort.
He cuts down all the Pomp of's Anceftors,
Which many Years their Diligence improved-
So worthy Men, the Prop of future Hopes,
By this Ufurper, Mortimer, are lopped •,
Their Fortunes torn by th' Roots from long Suc-
ceflion.
And fcatter'd to maintain Voluptuoufnefs.
King. Is't poiTible ! I always thought him ill :
But you decypher him a very Devil,
And fill my Thoughts with Horror of his Crimes.
Sir Iho. Delam. Each Magiftrate that ihould
adminifter
Juftice impartial, made by MortimsTy
Muft ruin others to preferve himfelf :
The Clergy and the Law are both his Creatures:
Places of Truft and Profit are all fold :
'Tis "pradifed from the miter'd holy Head
To the needy ftarving Verger of the Church :
You cannot ferv^e Heaven on Cufhions but you pay
for't,
Or blifter your numb'd Knees upon the Marble ;
Then from the fcarlct and the purple Gown,
Down to the very Cryer of the Court.
L. Mount. Well may the Nation groan while
fuch as thefe
Sit at the Helm j and what expe£l but Shipwreck?
King. Now by my Honour Fll no longer bear
The ignominious H.ivA of bafe Controul
I find

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