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My Lord Tomnoddy is thirty-four;
The Earl can last but a few years more.
My Lord in the Peers will take his place:
Her Majesty’s councils his words will grace.
Office he’ll hold and patronage sway;
Fortunes and lives he will vote away;
And what are his qualifications?—ONE!
He’s the Earl of Fitzdotterel’s eldest son.
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My Lord Tomnoddy.

 

Robert Barnabas Brough

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Most Mighty Empress, of India, and Englands beloved Queen,
Most Handsome to be Seen.
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And that heaven may you bless.
For your Kindness to the poor while they are in distress.
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O Lord, deliver us.
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O Lord, deliver us.
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O Lord, deliver us.
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Walter M. (Jr.) Miller

 

This is our Lord’s will, that our prayer and our trust be both alike large. For if we trust not as much as we pray, we do not full worship to our Lord in our prayer, and also we tarry and pain our self. The cause is, as I believe, that we know not truly that our Lord is Ground on whom our prayer springeth; and also that we know not that it is given us by the grace of His love. For if we knew this, it would make us to trust to have, of our Lord’s gift, all that we desire. For I am sure that no man asketh mercy and grace with true meaning, but if mercy and grace be first given to him.

 

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