Men-Miracles With other Poemes. By M. LL. St [i.e.Martin Lluelyn] |
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To Mistris D. C.
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To Mistris D. C.
Since
Crownes or Laurels ever be,
Ensignes of Wit or Majesty.
And onely custome makes this hold
To be of Bayes and that of Gold.
Else Linnen might have had the fate,
Since 'tis more soft, to shew more state.
For Persian Kings have no more blisse
Ith' Diadem, then Cydaris.
And the same awe it carries in't.
Though this speake Sempstresse that the Mint;
You wonder now where I would tend,
And where these Crownes and Scepters end.
Know I can nought but Glories breath,
Girt in this state your Curious Wreath.
Ensignes of Wit or Majesty.
And onely custome makes this hold
To be of Bayes and that of Gold.
Else Linnen might have had the fate,
Since 'tis more soft, to shew more state.
For Persian Kings have no more blisse
Ith' Diadem, then Cydaris.
And the same awe it carries in't.
Though this speake Sempstresse that the Mint;
You wonder now where I would tend,
And where these Crownes and Scepters end.
Know I can nought but Glories breath,
Girt in this state your Curious Wreath.
But as the Wreath Kings Temples bound,
So was the Oxe for the Altar crown'd.
Though then in state your Present make me rise,
The Prince you crowne is still your Sacrifice.
So was the Oxe for the Altar crown'd.
Though then in state your Present make me rise,
The Prince you crowne is still your Sacrifice.
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