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Thy Streets with Violence of Woe ſhall found,
Loud as the Billows burſting on the Ground.
Then thro’ thy Fields ſhall ſcarlet Reptiles ſtray,
And Rapine and Pollution mark their Way.
Their hungry Swarms the peaceful Vale ſhall fright,
Still fierce to threaten, ſtill afraid to fight;
The teeming Year’s whole Product ſhall devour.
Inſatiate pluck the Fruit, and crop the Flow’r:
Shall glutton on the induſtrious Peaſants Spoil,
Rob without Fear, and fatten without Toil.
Then o’er the World ſhall diſcord ſtretch her Wings,
Kings change their Laws, and Kingdoms change their Kings.
The Bear enrag’d th’ affrighted Moon ſhall dread;
The Lilies o’er the Vales triumphant ſpread;
Nor ſhall the Lion, wont of old to reign
Deſpotic o’er the deſolated Plain,
Henceforth th’ inviolable Bloom invade,
Or dare to murmur in the flow’ry Glade;
His tortur’d Sons ſhall die before his Face,
While he lies melting in a lewd Embrace;
And,
