Streams from Helicon Or, Poems On Various Subjects. In Three Parts. By Alexander Pennecuik ... The Second Edition. Enter'd in Stationer's Hall |
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He to the Senate went, and told the Thing:
“The saucy Vine refuses to be King.
Surpriz'd was ev'ry Member of the States;
After some warm and passionate Debates,
An Indian Citron, Glory of the Grove,
Spoke Words which shew'd he was inspir'd by Jove.
“Hear me, ye worthy Patriots of the Trees,
“Our Country may be happy if we please:
“We look too high to find a Royal Line,
“I have a Claim by Birth-Right, says the Vine,
“You can't elect me I'm of Race divine.
“The Fig and Olive are so Potent grown,
“They think by Conquest to ascend the Throne:
“Let's chuse a Bramble, in plain Dealing bred,
“He'll be a Foe to Pride; a Friend to Trade.
“The Heralds of the Wood do all declare;
“The Shrub's as ancient as the Cedars are,
“No Matter if a King be short or long,
“It's Law that makes him terrible and strong.
The Speech prevail'd, the Votes alternate ring,
The Bramble, the brave Bramble shall be King.
To this new King a Pom'granate is sent,
To tell the Statute of the Parliament:
He went, and as he went was heard to say,
“I hate the Office, yet I must obey:
“But if the Bramble should refuse to Reign,
“I don't know how the D---l will be King.
He kneel'd before the Beamble when he spoke,
(He bore his high Commission in his Look.)
“The saucy Vine refuses to be King.
Surpriz'd was ev'ry Member of the States;
After some warm and passionate Debates,
An Indian Citron, Glory of the Grove,
Spoke Words which shew'd he was inspir'd by Jove.
“Hear me, ye worthy Patriots of the Trees,
“Our Country may be happy if we please:
“We look too high to find a Royal Line,
“I have a Claim by Birth-Right, says the Vine,
“You can't elect me I'm of Race divine.
“The Fig and Olive are so Potent grown,
“They think by Conquest to ascend the Throne:
“Let's chuse a Bramble, in plain Dealing bred,
“He'll be a Foe to Pride; a Friend to Trade.
“The Heralds of the Wood do all declare;
“The Shrub's as ancient as the Cedars are,
“No Matter if a King be short or long,
“It's Law that makes him terrible and strong.
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The Bramble, the brave Bramble shall be King.
To this new King a Pom'granate is sent,
To tell the Statute of the Parliament:
He went, and as he went was heard to say,
“I hate the Office, yet I must obey:
“But if the Bramble should refuse to Reign,
“I don't know how the D---l will be King.
He kneel'd before the Beamble when he spoke,
(He bore his high Commission in his Look.)
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