Hold out, brave Charles, and thou shalt win the field;|
Thou canst not lose thyself, unless thou yield
On such conditions as will force thy hand
To give away thy sceptre, crown, and land.
And what is worse, to hazard by thy fall,
To lose a greater crown, more worth than all.
2. Thy poor distressed Cavaliers rejoyced
3. We are not so ambitious to desire|
Our drooping fortunes to be mounted higher,
And thou so great a monarch, to our grief,
Must sue unto thy subjects for relief:
And when they sit and long debate about it,
Must either stay their time, or go without it.
4. No, sacred prince, thy friends esteem thee more
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