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Poema Valedictorium Perdilecto intimoque Suo amico transfreturo.

Alas! what fate (or rather providence)
Is this (dear C) unthought of rapt's thee hence?
What makes thee leave this Isle, and seas pass o're
To seek the blessings of a forrain shore?
Cann't ours content thee? yea but thy free hand
Transports the panneous blessings of our land,
And (for exchange bring's back what ours hath none
Of,) by exoticks to inrich our own.
Since then it is for publique good, and thine,
That thou leav'st us, it must needs be for mine.
I'le not complain, since truly one friend shou'd
Suffer disasters for another's good,
And this is one (and that of no mean weight)
That thee, and I, (dear C--- must separate.)
Vota Auspicata.
Farewell! farewell! may fruitefull Neptune please
To sound retreat unto the surging seas,
By Triton's voyce! may his resounding shell,
The threatning rage of all the billows quell.
May great Oceanus, and Tridentifer
(Lest in th' envious liquid pathes you erre)
Be your conductors; Let the Sea-Gods place,
Themselves about your ship for greater grace.
May Amphetrite and the Neriedes
With all the Gods, and graces of the seas,
Assembling sing Io-pæans to thy Honour,
And may the sea for joy thou rid'st upon her
Express't with gentle leapings! May the twinns
Be never seen apart! The God of winds
Great Æolus, may he reflateing gales
Enchaine within th' Hyperborean vales!


And let none 'Scape but Aura's from his hand
To drive you forward to your wish'd-for land!
May glorious Titan pleasant make the dayes,
And gild the Sea, with his projected rayes!
Serener nights attend you! may the bright
Phœbe, at full, give you her borrow'd light!
May Mercurie th' Negotiators God
Attend you too, with his Cyllenian rod,
And cause your gains ariseing from the fleece
Of English Sheep, Surmount that brought to Greece
By Jason's hand! May these on you therefore
Attend and bring you safe to this blest shore.

Vero Panomphæo.
Thou thou true Neptune who the seas command'st,
Without a Trident still the billows can'st,
And with one single word make all obay
Whether in Heav'n, in Earth, Hell, Land, or Sea!
Take thou my C---under thy safe protection,
Guide him and favour 'im, with thy sure direction,
And he'le not fear the threat'ning of the waves
Anchoring his hope upon a God that saves.
Be thou propitious to my prayers, and then
I shall be sure to see him once agen.

Coronis.
Fare well, dear C--- I wish you well, adiew!
My tears stop words, once more farewell to you.

Sospitet Te Deus: Opt. max.

Epigram.

Stay Triton, hold your breath, and o're the main
Conduct my C--- reduce him safe again
To Albion's shore: then found your shell, brave boy,
And make the waves leap to the skies for joy.