Pocula Castalia The Authors Motto. Fortunes Tennis-Ball. Eliza. Poems. Epigrams. &c. By R. B. [i.e Robert Baron] |
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In Principem arma petentem.
------ Erit ille mihi semper Deus.
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In Principem arma petentem. ------ Erit ille mihi semper Deus.
And weares his Highnesse Buffe? stir, Vulcan, stir
The coales, and forge bolts for Heavens Thunderer.
To naile his foes to earth with. Now assume
Celestiall Archer thy sure Bow, new plume
The Shaft that pierc'd the Python; Neptune bear
Thy Fork aloft and many maid thy Spear.
Sern Mars girt on thy sword and shake the Lance,
Thy knotty Club, great Hercules, advance.
Arm Gods, and Hero's arm, keep watch and ward
About his Person and be his Life Guard.
The coales, and forge bolts for Heavens Thunderer.
To naile his foes to earth with. Now assume
Celestiall Archer thy sure Bow, new plume
The Shaft that pierc'd the Python; Neptune bear
Thy Fork aloft and many maid thy Spear.
Sern Mars girt on thy sword and shake the Lance,
Thy knotty Club, great Hercules, advance.
Arm Gods, and Hero's arm, keep watch and ward
About his Person and be his Life Guard.
May evry Sun present him with fresh Bay,
May he ne'r know what tis to misse o'th' Day.
May's name (like Zisca's Drum) his foes affright,
May their hearts drop into their heeles at's sight;
And may our arms pave all the way he treads
With peacefull Olives, or bold Rebells heads.
May he ne'r know what tis to misse o'th' Day.
May's name (like Zisca's Drum) his foes affright,
May their hearts drop into their heeles at's sight;
And may our arms pave all the way he treads
With peacefull Olives, or bold Rebells heads.
Kind Jove give Fortune eyes, for could she see
Whom she attends upon, it could not be
That (to what place so e're he would betake him)
She should so hate her selfe, as to forsake him.
Whom she attends upon, it could not be
That (to what place so e're he would betake him)
She should so hate her selfe, as to forsake him.
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