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Written at Moor-park, June, 1689.
VIRTUE, the greatest of all monarchies !
It fell, and broke with its own weight
But ne'er fince feated in one fingle breast!
Nor ever fince but in defcriptions found,
With rules to fearch it, yet obtain'd by none.
We have too long been led astray;
And we, the bubbled fools,
Spend all our prefent life in hopes of golden rules.
But what does our proud ignorance Learning call?
Think that she there does all her treasures hide,
Her priests, her train, and followers show