Miscellanies in Prose and Verse By William King |
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To the Right Honourable the late Earl of ****** upon his disputing publickly at Christ-Church in Oxford.
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To the Right Honourable the late Earl of ****** upon his disputing publickly at Christ-Church in Oxford.
Muse, to thy Master's Lodgings quickly fly,
Entrance to Thee his Goodness won't deny:
With due Submission tell him you are mine,
And that you trouble him with this Design,
Exactly to inform his noble Youth
Of what you heard just now from vanquisht Truth.
Entrance to Thee his Goodness won't deny:
With due Submission tell him you are mine,
And that you trouble him with this Design,
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Of what you heard just now from vanquisht Truth.
Conquer'd, undone! 'Tis strange that there should be
In this Confession Pleasure ev'n to me.
With well wrought Terms my Hold I strongly barr'd,
And rough Distinctions were my surly Guard.
Whilst I, sure of my Cause, this Strength possess,
A noble Youth advancing with Address,
Led glittering Falshood on with so much Art,
That I soon felt sad Omens in my Heart.
Words with that Grace, said I, must needs persuade;
I find my self insensibly betray'd.
Whilst he pursues his Conquest, I retreat,
And by that Name wou'd palliate my Defeat.
In this Confession Pleasure ev'n to me.
With well wrought Terms my Hold I strongly barr'd,
And rough Distinctions were my surly Guard.
Whilst I, sure of my Cause, this Strength possess,
A noble Youth advancing with Address,
Led glittering Falshood on with so much Art,
That I soon felt sad Omens in my Heart.
Words with that Grace, said I, must needs persuade;
I find my self insensibly betray'd.
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And by that Name wou'd palliate my Defeat.
But here methinks I do the Prospect see
Of all those Triumphs he prepares for me,
When Vertue, or when Innocence opprest
Fly for sure Refuge to his gen'rous Breast;
When with a noble Mien his Youth appears,
And gentle Voice persuades the list'ning Peers.
Judges shall wonder when he cleans the Laws,
Dispelling Mists, which long have hid their Cause,
Then by his Aid, Aid that can never fail,
Ev'n I, tho' conquer'd now, shall sure prevail:
Thousands of Wreaths to me he shall repay
For that one Laurel Error wears to day.
Of all those Triumphs he prepares for me,
When Vertue, or when Innocence opprest
Fly for sure Refuge to his gen'rous Breast;
When with a noble Mien his Youth appears,
And gentle Voice persuades the list'ning Peers.
Judges shall wonder when he cleans the Laws,
Dispelling Mists, which long have hid their Cause,
Then by his Aid, Aid that can never fail,
Ev'n I, tho' conquer'd now, shall sure prevail:
Thousands of Wreaths to me he shall repay
For that one Laurel Error wears to day.
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