Enough of this; a weightier care demands

Our keen reflection, and our active hands.

While here we feast, increasing dangers lower,

And artful Frederic shakes my tottering power.

Impatient of their lawful monarch's sway

Full twenty towns sedition's flag display.

Th' ambitious brother of my martial sire

In every bosom fans the growing fire:

His throne he rais'd on Jutland's faithless coast,

Thence o'er the country spread his factious host.

Each day, each hour, the ripening tumult grows,

And discord's torch with added fuel glows.

Ev'n now, perhaps, their midnight council wait

'Till their wise chief shall close some dark debate.

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Of this let Trollio tell: my anxious breast,

Oft worn with thought, demands its wonted rest;

And thro' yon western window's chequer'd height,

The setting planets shoot a ruddier light.'

He spoke; departing thro' the unfolded gate

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