Poems or, A Miscellany of Sonnets, Satyrs, Drollery, Panegyricks, Elegies, &c. At the Instance, and Request of Several Friends, Times, and Occasions, Composed; and now at their command Collected, and Committed to the Press. By the Author, M. Stevenson |
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As if the Sun had Fire for Water truckt.
Water as 'twere exhal'd up to Heavens shrouds,
To cool the Cups and Glasses in the Clouds;
Which having done, from the Cœlestial Towers,
Like Jove himself you send it down in showers.
For Gold and Silver, Brass and Pewter, Iron,
A Mine of each seems the whole house t'environ;
Latin and Lead, and what not? All agree,
Here the Seven Planets keep their Heptarchie.
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