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Poems On several Choice and Various Subjects

Occasionally Composed By An Eminent Author. Collected and Published by Sergeant-Major P. F. [i.e. James Howell]

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An EPITHALAMIUM Upon the Nuptials of that Princely Pair, Henry Lo. Marquiss of Dorchester, And the Lady Katherine, Daughter to the late Heroik Earl of Darby:
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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An EPITHALAMIUM Upon the Nuptials of that Princely Pair, Henry Lo. Marquiss of Dorchester, And the Lady Katherine, Daughter to the late Heroik Earl of Darby:

In a Dialog Twixt Philemon and Sylvius.

Philemon.
What Object's that which I behold
Dazzling my Eyes with Gems and Gold?
Her Face, me thinks, darts such a Ray
That adds more brightness to the Day:
Her Breath perfumes the place, Her Curls and hair
Like Indian Spice Aromatize the Air.
A sparkling White and Black breaks from her sight
Like to the Diamonds redoubling light;
As she doth walk the very ground and stone,
Turn to Field-Argent which she treads upon.
A Mortal sure she cannot be,
But some transcending Deity.
My dearest Sylvius, pray unfold
Who's that rare Creture I behold?


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Sylvius.
She is a Princess and a Bride
Goes to the Temple to be tide
In Nuptial Bonds; Her Stars will not permit
That at the Vestal fires she longer sit.
She's Derby's Royal Blood, Derby le Gran,
And now she travels to the Ile of Man.
She of the Princely Orenge is a Branch,
Imp'd on the high Trimouillan stem of France,
Two of the fairest Kingdoms strove, and tride
Their utmost to compleat this lovely Bride.
'Tis She which makes 'twixt Gems and Gold
That Constellation you behold.

Philemon.
But who's that comely Sanguin Peer
Which on her heart-side walks so neer?
He likewise makes all Argent as he goes:
Look at his feet how thick the Cinqfoyl grows.

Sylvius.
'Tis wise and wealthy Pierrpoint, who renowns
With Titles three of Englands chiefest Towns:
A precious Pond'rous Lord, whose sole Estate
A Jury of new Barons might create,

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Patron of Vertu, Chivalry and Arts,
Cause he himself excels in all these parts.
'Tis he who by the hand doth hold
That Demi-Goddess you behold.

Philemon.
Is't so? then my Autumnal Muse shall sing
An Hymenæum, and fetch back her Spring
This subject a fresh vigor doth inspire,
And heats my brain with an unusual fire.