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BEP(F.748.009
28 Mar 1748:41 (659)
The Lamentations of Lewis the Beloved of his People, for the
Loss of his Ships. By a young gentleman of the Navy.
Mars, O God of war, why hast thou turned thy back upon us,
and why fightest thou for our enemies !
How is thy glory fallen ! my diamonds and my rubies are no
more !
Instead of being August, how am I cress-fallen !
Where is now my invinciple ?
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The Second Part. In a Complaint to Monsieur Maurepas.
O my renown ! [Le renomme] Mauropas, is fled, and fear it
is come upon me.
O terrible ! my governor Conflans is in the hands of mine
enemies !
The Socern is returned to its antient course.
Neptune is gone over to the hereticks !
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