SIR, now unravell'd is the Golden Fleece:
Men that could only fool at fox-and-geese
Are new-made politicians by thy book,
And both can judge and conquer with a look.
The hidden fate of princes you unfold,
Court, clergy, commons by your law controll'd.
Strange serious wantoning: all that they
Bluster'd and clutter'd for, you play.
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