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The PREFACE.
Though these Thoughts gain not Charls his sight,
To give him his, gives me my right.
And yet now to approach so near,
May rather dazzle me, than clear.
Since Mercury is scarcely known
(Though Prince of Wit) when near the Sun.
Loyalties due, although not heard;
And, Vertue-like, brings its reward.
To give him his, gives me my right.
And yet now to approach so near,
May rather dazzle me, than clear.
Since Mercury is scarcely known
(Though Prince of Wit) when near the Sun.
Loyalties due, although not heard;
And, Vertue-like, brings its reward.
From Mount Parnassus, my desire
To Sion sometimes does aspire.
I thought it but a fitting state,
That Muses on the Graces wait.
From hence let not the Reader fear
I am a rhyming Presbyter.
As tho my Muse (when but a Child)
Did go to School to Robin Wild.
Or that my Pegasus would stoop
To ride in Captain Wither's Troop.
To Sion sometimes does aspire.
I thought it but a fitting state,
That Muses on the Graces wait.
From hence let not the Reader fear
I am a rhyming Presbyter.
As tho my Muse (when but a Child)
Did go to School to Robin Wild.
Or that my Pegasus would stoop
To ride in Captain Wither's Troop.
But stay, amongst the Rhyming croud
I 'spy some Wits whom Fame makes proud.
Whose Lawrel-wreaths on Cromwell seen
(Though he be wither'd) are yet green.
That Leprous Syrian they admit
To wash i'th' Jordan of their Wit.
Not for to cure him, but to please;
They made him proud of his Disease.
Though some of these i'th' Front appear;
I'll Muster too; if but i'th' Rear.
And though their Cannons loudly roar,
Some sound comes from my Pistol-bore.
I 'spy some Wits whom Fame makes proud.
Whose Lawrel-wreaths on Cromwell seen
(Though he be wither'd) are yet green.
That Leprous Syrian they admit
To wash i'th' Jordan of their Wit.
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They made him proud of his Disease.
Though some of these i'th' Front appear;
I'll Muster too; if but i'th' Rear.
And though their Cannons loudly roar,
Some sound comes from my Pistol-bore.
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