Mel Heliconium or, Poeticall Honey, Gathered out of The Weeds of Parnassus ... By Alexander Rosse |
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CHIMÆRA.
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If we will save these wretched souls of ours:
Or if we would preserve our lands and monies
From these devourers of mens patrimonies,
Against these monsters rather fight then flye,
I'le rather kill them then they shall kill me;
The Lyons fury's kill'd with patience,
The goarish wantonnesse with abstinence,
Against the Dragons sting use Antidotes,
Resist his cunning plots with counterplots.
Fear not, our life's a warfare; either we
Must fight, or else where is our victory?
Without which, there's no triumph, no renown,
And where there is no conquest, there's no crown.
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That through thy power I may victorious be;
And let thy presence cheer my heart, refresh
My fainting spirits, and my trembling flesh;
Thou art the Lord of hoasts, O let thy word
Be unto me a Buckler, Helmet, Sword:
What can Chimæra do, if thou assist me?
Be thou my God, and then who dare resist me.
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