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You now that boast the spirit, and its sway, Shew us his second, and wee'l give the day: We know your politique axiom, _Lurk, or fly_; Ye cannot conquer, 'cause you dare not dye: And though you thank God that you lost none there, 'Cause they were such who _liv'd_ not when they were; Yet your great Generall (who doth rise and fall, As his successes do, whom you dare call, As Fame unto you doth reports dispence, Either a---- or his Excellence) Howe'r he reigns now by unheard-of laws, Could wish his fate together with his cause.