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GEORGE STEPNEY, Efq.

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GEORGE STEPNEY, Efq.

TOKING

JAMES II.

Upon his Acceffion to the THROne.

The Author then of Trinity-College, Cambridge.

AS victors lofe the trouble they sustain

In greater trophies which the triumphs gain;
And martyrs, when the joyful crown is given,
Forget the pain by which they purchas'd heaven :
So when the Phoenix of our empire dy'd,

And with a greater heir the empty throne fupply'd;
Your glory diffipates our mournful dew,
And turns our grief for Charles to joy for you.
Myfterious fate, whofe one decree could prove
The high extreme of cruelty and love!

May then no flight of a blafpheming Mufe,
Those wife refolves of Providence accufe,
Which eas'd our Atlas of his glorious weight,
Since ftronger Hercules fupports the state.
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England

England no more fhall penfive thoughts employ
On him the 'as loft; but him fhe has, enjoy.
So Ariadne, when her lover fled,

And Bacchus honour'd the deferted bed,
Ceas'd with her tears to raise the fwelling flood,
Forgot her Thefeus, and embrac'd the god.

On the University of CAMBRIDGE's burning the Duke of MONMOUTH'S Picture, 1685, who was formerly their Chancellor.

-In Anfwer

Sed quid

"Turba Remi? fequitur fortunam, ut femper, & odit "Damnatos

ES, fickle Cambridge, Perkins found this true

YES,

Both from your rabble and your doctors too,

With what applause you once receiv'd his grace,
And begg'd a copy of his godlike face;
But when the fage Vice Chancellor was fure
The original in limbo lay secure,

As greafy as himself he fends a lictor

To vent his loyal malice on the picture.
The beadle's wife endeavours all the can
To fave the image of the tall young man,
Which the fo oft when pregnant did embrace,

That with ftrong thoughts the might improve her race;
But all in vain, fince the wife house conspire

To damn the canvas traitor to the fire,

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