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 | Miscellaneous works of George Wither |  |
This GEORGE for England, probably intends
The publike weal without sinister ends,
And is One meaning that which he professes;
One, whom nor gifts, nor flattering Addresses
Shall tempt from an heroick Resolution,
Or, draw to an ignoble prosecution;
One, whom the Strumpet, who bewitcheth Kings,
Nor those enchanting Songs the Syren sings,
Shall so seduce, as they seduced were,
Who, by the Dragons tail were from their Sphere
Unhors'd of late: But, one who shall proceed,
Till from his Fangs these Nations he hath freed,
Despising those Allurements, whereby they
Who would divert him, hope to stop his way:
For, if his heart be right, he will suspect
Those Baits laid to corrupt his Intellect,
Or blind his eyes; that, from what's well begun
Into their Pitfals he may stumble on.
He will consider, that, they who profess
Much love (and fawn with most obsequiousness)
Are either some of those, or such as they
Who did the same to them the other day,
Whom now most barbarously they revile;
And may abuse him worse within a while.
And, he will see, that he must be more wary
Than they were, who, not long since, did miscarry,
By playing like a Moath about the flame,
Till thereby quite consumed they became.
The publike weal without sinister ends,
And is One meaning that which he professes;
One, whom nor gifts, nor flattering Addresses
Shall tempt from an heroick Resolution,
Or, draw to an ignoble prosecution;
One, whom the Strumpet, who bewitcheth Kings,
Nor those enchanting Songs the Syren sings,
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Who, by the Dragons tail were from their Sphere
Unhors'd of late: But, one who shall proceed,
Till from his Fangs these Nations he hath freed,
Despising those Allurements, whereby they
Who would divert him, hope to stop his way:
For, if his heart be right, he will suspect
Those Baits laid to corrupt his Intellect,
Or blind his eyes; that, from what's well begun
Into their Pitfals he may stumble on.
He will consider, that, they who profess
Much love (and fawn with most obsequiousness)
Are either some of those, or such as they
Who did the same to them the other day,
Whom now most barbarously they revile;
And may abuse him worse within a while.
And, he will see, that he must be more wary
Than they were, who, not long since, did miscarry,
By playing like a Moath about the flame,
Till thereby quite consumed they became.
| Miscellaneous works of George Wither | |