Volume 1 — A CONCLUSION
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DRAWN FROM THE ABOVE EPIGRAMS, AND SENT TO THE DRAPIER
Since Anna, whose bounty thy merits had fed, Ere her own was laid low, had exalted thy head: And since our good queen to the wise is so just, To raise heads for such as are humbled in dust, I wonder, good man, that you are not envaulted; Prithee go, and be dead, and be doubly exalted.