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An Acrostical Encomium, Composed on the Noble Name, and
Heroick Nature of Sir FRANCIS ENGLEFIELD, Baronet.
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An Acrostical Encomium, Composed on the Noble Name, and Heroick Nature of Sir FRANCIS ENGLEFIELD, Baronet.
Fame (in the noblest sence) whose wandring wings
Renown the Actions of Triumphant Kings:
All this year is at leisure to set forth,
No other Excellency, but your worth
Could I court every Muse, and should I be
Inspir'd with all Poetick Mystery;
Should I rich Jems from every Science pick
Renown the Actions of Triumphant Kings:
All this year is at leisure to set forth,
No other Excellency, but your worth
Could I court every Muse, and should I be
Inspir'd with all Poetick Mystery;
Should I rich Jems from every Science pick
Englefield's name would teach new Rhetorick,
Nothing can be said, read, or understood,
Great Sir, but what your merits can make good,
Love is your constitution, and you fit,
Every action to the rules of Wit:
Fidelity and Honour both comply,
In consort, to compleat your gallantry;
Every favour in your Gifts or Letters,
Leaves the Receiver bound in Golden Fetters:
Don, Johnson, Fletcher, and (your name-sake) Francis
Nothing can be said, read, or understood,
Great Sir, but what your merits can make good,
Love is your constitution, and you fit,
Every action to the rules of Wit:
Fidelity and Honour both comply,
In consort, to compleat your gallantry;
Every favour in your Gifts or Letters,
Leaves the Receiver bound in Golden Fetters:
Don, Johnson, Fletcher, and (your name-sake) Francis
Beaumont in you might find new Theams for Fancies
Arts are your Privy Councel: He doth know
Reason enough, that hath but studied you:
One of your lowest, single vertues, wou'd
Nobilitate a Clown, and change his bloud:
Englefield's honour shall nere leave his name.
Till England and the World meet in one flame.
Arts are your Privy Councel: He doth know
Reason enough, that hath but studied you:
One of your lowest, single vertues, wou'd
Nobilitate a Clown, and change his bloud:
Englefield's honour shall nere leave his name.
Till England and the World meet in one flame.
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