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The Fire-worke being made by Maister Humphrey Nichols, a Man excellent in his Art: and the
This proud Seate of Error lying now onely glowing in Imbers, (being a Figure or Type of his Lord-ships Iustice on all wicked offenders in the Time of his Gouernement,) I now conclude, holding it a more learned Discretion to cease of my selfe, then to haue Time cut mee off rudely, and now let him strike at his pleasure.
VVhat greater comfort to a Mothers heart,
Then to behold her sonnes Desert:
Goe hand in hand with loue,
Respect and Honor (Blessings from aboue)
It is of power all greefes to kill,
And with a floud of ioy to fill.
Thy Aged Eyes,
To see him rise,
VVith Glory dect, where Expectation.
Grace, Truth, and Fame,
Met in his Name,
Attends his Honors Confirmation.
Then to behold her sonnes Desert:
Goe hand in hand with loue,
Respect and Honor (Blessings from aboue)
It is of power all greefes to kill,
And with a floud of ioy to fill.
Thy Aged Eyes,
To see him rise,
VVith Glory dect, where Expectation.
Grace, Truth, and Fame,
Met in his Name,
Attends his Honors Confirmation.
FINIS.
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