Virtus Rediviva Or a Panegyricke On the late King Charls the I. Second Monarch of Great Britain. By Tho. Forde |
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Laus & votum vitæ Beatæ.
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Laus & votum vitæ Beatæ.
Out of Lipsius.
Equall unto the Gods is he,
And much above what Mortalls be,
Who the uncertain day of fate,
Nor wisheth nor repineth at:
T'whom impotent Ambition, nor
The hope of gaine's Solicitor.
Whom Princes thundring threats can't move,
No, nor the darts of angry Jove.
But seated in Securitie,
Laughs at the vulgars vanitie.
Whose life's thread's spun so ev'n, that there
Can not be seen th'least knot of care.
And much above what Mortalls be,
Who the uncertain day of fate,
Nor wisheth nor repineth at:
T'whom impotent Ambition, nor
The hope of gaine's Solicitor.
Whom Princes thundring threats can't move,
No, nor the darts of angry Jove.
But seated in Securitie,
Laughs at the vulgars vanitie.
Whose life's thread's spun so ev'n, that there
Can not be seen th'least knot of care.
O might I but thus far aspire,
To shape my life to my desire:
Nor Offices, nor Wealth I'de crave,
Nor with white Stee'ds in triumph brave,
To lead along poor Captiv'd Slaves.
To shape my life to my desire:
Nor Offices, nor Wealth I'de crave,
Nor with white Stee'ds in triumph brave,
To lead along poor Captiv'd Slaves.
I in vast Solitude should dwell,
A neighbour to the Muses Well:
Orchards, and Gardens to frequent,
There would I seat my sole content;
So that when as full ripened Death,
Shall put a period to my breath,
Tedious to none, and without strife,
Calmely to end my aged life.
A neighbour to the Muses Well:
Orchards, and Gardens to frequent,
There would I seat my sole content;
So that when as full ripened Death,
Shall put a period to my breath,
Tedious to none, and without strife,
Calmely to end my aged life.
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