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Christophe is dead; and all the noble train
Turn from our realm to you:
O Francis, Alexander, William, deign
For us your pity, too!
'Tis not a question of some neighboring state —
'Tis evil marching with a stride so great:
Quick, quick, a congress, ho! one, two, three, four!
Five congresses, ay, congresses a score!
For this good Christophe, Princes, vengeance take;
A king right worthy your regrets to wake!

He falls: 'tis after he his wrath has shown
Against those silly wights,
Who turn the storm aside, and prop the throne —
By limiting its rights
Many a philosopher did he refute:
He had some cannon, and they were not mute.
Quick, quick, a congress, ho! one, two, three, four!
Five congresses, ay, congresses a score!
For this good Christophe, Princes, vengeance take;
A king right worthy your regrets to wake!

Nought could those double Trinities avail,
The Holy, and the Royal!
Our nation now hath bidden Freedom hail,
In manner most disloyal.
What subjects for that Holy Spirit these —
For him who dictates each of your decrees;
Quick, quick, a congress, ho! one, two, three, four!
Five congresses, ay, congresses a score!
For this good Christophe, Princes, vengeance take
A king right worthy your regrets to wake!

With Spain deal gently — there your master found
His course 'twas hard to run:
Naples with milk and honey may abound;
Still, the volcanoes shun!
We'll give you stuff to cut and come again;
Here let fresh breezes waft you o'er the main
Quick, quick, a congress, ho! one, two, three, four!
Five congresses, ay, congresses a score!
For this good Christophe, Princes, vengeance take;
A king right worthy your regrets to wake!

Don Quixotes of the arbitrary creed,
Zounds, courage! on, anew!
This monarch once your brother was — indeed,
All kings are of one hue!
Some great catastrophe to bring about,
Would be to work your secret projects out
Quick, quick, a congress, ho! one, two, three, four!
Five congresses, ay, congresses a score!
For this good Christophe, Princes, vengeance take;
A king right worthy your regrets to wake!
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