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The works of Sr William Davenant

... Consisting of Those which were formerly Printed, and Those which he design'd for the Press: Now published Out of the Authors Originall Copies
  

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The Queen returning to London, after a long absence.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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The Queen returning to London, after a long absence.

How had you walk'd in Mists of Sea-coale-smoake
Such as your ever teeming Wives would choake,
(False Sons of thrift!) did not her beauties light,
Dispel your Clouds, and quicken your dull sight?
As when, th'illustrious Officer of Day,
(First worshipp'd in the East) 'gins to display
The glory of his beames; then Buds unfold
Their chary Leafes; each dew-drown'd Marigold
Insensibly doth stirre it self, and spread;
Each Violet lifts up the pensive Head;
So when the Rayes of her fair head appear,
To warm, and guild your clouded Hemispheare,
Those Flow'rs which in your narrow Gardens grow,
(Narrow as Turfs, which you a lark allow
In's wicker Cage) rejoyce upon their stalks;
Imbellishing your sommer-inch-broad-walks.
But she remov'd, what all your weary'd lives,
You plant in German pots, to please your Wives,
Shall fade; scarce in your Climate shall be seen
Enough of Spring to make your Tansies green.
Nor shall your blew-Ey'd Daughters more appear
(Though in the hopefull'st season of the Year)
In the dark street, where Tantlin's Temple stands,
With Time, and Marg'rom Posies in their hands.

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We know (distrustful Bargainers!) you most
Love sacrifice, that puts you least to cost;
Give her your prayers then; that her looks may
After long Nights, restore you unto Day.
Though Ringing be some charge, and Wood grow dear,
In troth, it will become you once a year,
To offer Bells and Bonfires too, although
You couzen't out in Silks, next publick Show.