Your first essay was on your native laws;
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Those having torn with ease, and trampled down, }
Your fangs you fastened on the mitred crown, }
And freed from God and monarchy your town. }
What though your native kennel still be small,
Bounded betwixt a puddle and a wall;[108]
Yet your victorious colonies are sent
Where the north ocean girds the continent.
Quickened with fire below, your monsters breed