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I trembled lest York should have join'd the mad freak,
And formed a part of the damnable sneak;
The fever abated, see order arise,
With ag'd constitutional tears in her eyes.
Having summon'd her sons, who too wantonly stray'd, And calling her fair sister Grace to her aid, The youth she address'd, in such accents of love, As coming from mothers, ought always to move.
Says she, " My dear children, ah! why should ye roam, In quest of rude discord, and leave me at home ? Your godfather Monarchy, bleeds at the heart, To think that his sons should from virtue depart.
" Consider how long we have cherish'd, protected, How much we've indulg'd, and how little corrected, How oft we're provok'd, and our councils tormented; What insults forgiven, what bloodshed prevented.
" Behold your good brother, who rules in the north, Examine his conduct and copy his worth: Observe how Apollo presides, and you'll find, How lovely are mercy and power combin'd.