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<Author>Dryden, John</Author>
<Title>Annus Mirabillis</Title>
<Edition>W. D. Christie, ed. 5th ed. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1901</Edition>
<Date>1665-1666</Date>
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<l>In thriving arts long time had Holland grown,</l>
<l>Crouching at home and cruel when abroad:</l>
<l>Scarce leaving us the means to claim our own.</l>
<l>Our king they courted and our merchants awed.</l>
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<l>Trade, which like blood should circularly fow,</l>
<l>Stopped in their channels, found its freedom lost:</l>
<l>Thither the wealth of all the world did go,</l>
<l>And seemed but shipwrecked on so base a coast.</l>
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<l>For them alone the heavens had kindly heat,</l>
<l>In eastern quarries ripening precious dew:</l>
<l>For them the Idumoean balm did sweat,</l>
<l>And in hot Ceylon spicy forests grew.</l>
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<l>The sun but seeemed the lobourer of their year;</l>
<l>Each waxin . . .
