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Thus brave Corvinus, then whom fame nere knew
Any that to an higher vertue grew,
When once it pleas'd Fortune to leave her frowne,
Made an exchange of Fetters for a Crowne,
Thus, not to seeke a forreigne president,
Our Henry, whom the Heav'ns courteously sent
To set a period to our Civill broyles,
To joyne both Roses: after many foyles,
Receiv'd and conquer'd, after he had seene
Himselfe an Exile, who a Prince had beene,
When banishment was envy'd him, when nought
Would please his Enemy, unlesse he bought
His death of him that harbour'd him; ev'n then,
To foole the projects of the cunning'st men,
This wither'd root begins afresh to spring,
And from a banisht coarse revives a King.

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Thus (not to seeke out a stale president,
Mentioning mercies after they are spent,
And lost in story) Englands present Ioy
(Whom Fate can onely threaten, not annoy,)
How hath he try'd variety of griefe!
How beene in dangers, as in Rule our Chiefe;
That when there is a speech of suffering,
He is no lesse our Patterne, then our King.
The Seas spoke loud, yet if we rightly poyse,
There was more danger, where there was lesse noyse:
Yet was he freed from both, when in mans eye,
Successe had seem'd to smile on Trechery.