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Love Inthron'd.
Ode.
1
Introth, I do my self perswade,That the wilde Boy is grown a Man;
And all his Childishnesse off laid,
E're since Lucasta did his fires Fan;
H' has left his apish Jigs,
And whipping Hearts like Gigs;
For t'other day I heard him swear
That Beauty should be crown'd in Honours Chair.
2
With what a true and heavenly StateHe doth his glorious Darts/dispence,
Now cleans'd from Falshood, Blood, and Hate,
And newly tipt with Innocence;
Love Justice is become,
And doth the Cruel doome:
Reversed is the old Decree;
Behold! he sits Inthron'd with Majestie.
3
Inthroned in Lucasta's EyeHe doth our Faith and Hearts Survey;
Then measures them by Sympathy,
And each to th' others Breast convey;
Whilst to his Altars Now
The frozen Vestals Bow,
7
A hunting with his fear'd, exchanged Bow.
4
Th' Imbracing Seas, and Ambient Air,Now in his holy fires burn;
Fish couple, Birds and Beasts in pair,
Do their own Sacrifices turn:
This is a Miracle,
That might Religion swell:
But she that these and their God awes,
Her crowned Self submits to her own Laws
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