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Shook with such silent joy as he had been
In calm devotion by an Angel seen,
The good old man, his wonder rarifi'd
Into amazement stands, he had descri'd,

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What, if no force had robb'd him of it since
'Twas first bestow'd, none but his true born Prince
Could wear, since art (wise Natures fruitful ape)
Ne'r but in that had birth which bore that shape
Assur'd by which with unstirr'd confidence
He asks Argalia where he knew from whence
When nature first did so much wealth impart
To earth, that jewel took those forms of art:
But being answer'd, that his infancie
When first it was conferr'd on him, might be
Th' excuse of's ignorance; that voice alone
Confirms his aged friend, who having known
As much of fortune as in fates dark shade
His understanding legible had made
From weak Argalia, to requite him leads
Knowledge where he his lifes first copy reads
Drest in this language.—
—'Twas, unhappy Prince!
(For such this story must salute you, since
Told to confirm't a truth) my destinie
When youth and strength rendred me fit to be
My dearest Countries servant, plac'd within
Mantinea's glorious Court, where, having been
Made capable by sacred Orders, I
Attain'd the height of Priestly dignity,
Being unto him whose awful power did sway
That crown, in dear esteem; but Honors day
Which gilded then the Courtly sphere, sunk down,
I lost my Mitre in the fall o'th' Crown.