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Which Belzebub their God resents, 

 And thus exclaiming, soon his passion vents 



Unto his Hell beloved Wife. 

 ' My Kingdom will depopulated be, 



* My subjects sent abroad, return no more to me, 

 ' Some newer state I thought might them 



oppose, 



* Which they resisting came to handy blows, 

 ' Fortune of Wars on Souldier often fall, 



* And Honoured Criples are commanders all ; 

 ' But in my Regiments there's none I see, 



' That wants a Leg or Arm, but all are free, 

 ' Free in their Limbs in Action stout, 

 ' But few return when they inarch out, 



* Some Ambush sure wherein they fall and die ; 



* For Cannibals ne'er breakfast on a fly.' 



Thus he 



But when Intelligence was brought, 

 Of numerous squadrons lately gone from Court, 

 And none return'd, except some foraign shore 

 Gave harbour, they're exiFd for ever more, 

 Wonder of Wonders, where the Buzzing Tribe 

 Should still abscond prepetually, and hide 

 Their Airy Wings, or should Boreus he 

 Imploy them on Plantations to a mistery, 

 None knows, but streight a Counsel urgent call, 

 And give rewards to those declare it shall, 



And 



