Again the swift revolving year,
Returns the bright th' auspicious morn,
That shed its kindest influence here,
When Britain's future queen was born. ...
Hence vain deluding joyes,
The brood of folly without father bred,
How little you bested,
Or fill the fixèd mind with all your toyes;
Dwell in som idle brain,
And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess,
As thick and numberless
As the gay motes that people the Sun Beams,
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