No More Learning

The Groans of Orphans, and the pond'rous Guilt Of all the Blood that thou hast ever spilt ;
Thy Country's Curse, the Rabble's Spite, and all
Those Wishes sent thee since they long-wisht Fall ; The Nobles just Revenge, so bravely bought,
For all thy Ills thy           has wrought :
May these and more their utmost Force combine,
Join all their Wrongs, and mix their Cries with mine.