Otia Sacra Optima Fides [by Mildmay Fane] |
 | I. |
| II. |
The Fift of November, being in Kent a stony Countrey.
|
 | Otia Sacra Optima Fides |  |
132
The Fift of November, being in Kent a stony Countrey.
Am I in Kent? and can I be no moreBefriended than to want a Stone to score
That scape from Danger; which had it o'r-come,
Might have both Conquer'd Kent and Christendome.
Dye-mans although not rare now, Rubies are
Through our Dissentions made peculiar
Blaz'ners of Vertues Heraldry: nor can
The Tincture serve of the Cornelian;
The Topaz, Saphire, and the Emrald may
On fingers worn, proclaim it Holiday:
But I must finde a whiter, though it came
Not far, but whence fair Albion took its name,
The Cliffs of Dover, on whose Candid Brest
I shall presume to share an interest
On this Occasion, that no Rubricks spell
May henceforth in some Bookers Chronicle
Eclipse my glory, or exempt my praise,
By ranking me amongst the Workedayes.
Surely the Dye that black design put on,
Would crave the best of all, and whitest Ston
To mark that Providence, which did prevent
The mischief of that vap'ring Element:
Which Hatch'd below, should our Conceptions rouse,
(In that before it grew pernicious,
The Shell was crack'd; and so that enterprise
Was vanquish'd, with th' abortive Cockatrice)
First to the great Deliverer, and then
A freedome of acknowledgment 'mongst men,
That all of them may (as their fortunes are)
Spend something on a solemnizing care.
And as the Powder should have been our chance,
Now let 't express loud our deliverance.
| Otia Sacra Optima Fides | |