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CC-H.775.059
19 Jun 1775:11 (548)
THE CRISIS. (NO, VIII)
To the Lords Suffolk, Pomfret, Radnor, Apsley, and Sandwich,
How glorious the aera, thrice happy the day,
When private int'rest to public gives way,
When bribes cannot tempt your Lordships to sell,
The birthrights of freeman to tyrants of hell.
How glorious th' aera, thrice happy indeed,
When traitors and minions are sentenc'd to bleed,
When justice shall reign, & at heaven's great call,
The proud seed of hell, just victims to fall.
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