Flamma sine Fumo or, poems without fictions. Hereunto are annexed the Causes, Symptoms, or Signes of several Diseases with their Cures, and also the diversity of Urines, with their Causes in Poetical measure. By R. W. [i.e. Rowland Watkyns] |
Upon the Right Honorable the Lord General George Monk, Duke of Albemarle
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Upon the Right Honorable the Lord General George Monk, Duke of Albemarle
Qui flumen pietatis, slumen liberalitatis, & fulmen belli.
Here is our glorious Atlas, who doth bear
Our heaven up, and keep our hearts from fear.
His merit is beyond reward, whose mind
To high attempts by Nature is confin'd;
Some Merchants have by their adventures bold,
Enricht this Land with precious pearl, and gold,
Yet none but Royal Monk could ever bring
So rich a treasure, as our gracious King:
Herculean labours were but twelve: here's one
That hath an hundred labours undergone:
He nere was rash, nor did the hasty hand,
But a wise heart his active sword command;
Judgment, and valour live in him, as fair
Rebecca's sons did in one womb: despair
Could nere attempt him; for his nobler mind
Did soar above the reach of storms, and wind.
This good Centurion doth not love to change
His garment of Religion, nor to range
Through Groves of fancies: he's a fixed star
To beautifie the Church, and seat of war.
He is descended from a Royal line,
Not from the Bramble, but the stately Pine;
The glory of the Wood: his vertues be
The Symptoms of his true Nobilitie.
He is in vertues rich, in merits high,
So let him happy live, so let him die.
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