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To the Kings Maiestie.

Epigram 1.

Lo here dread Soveraign and great Britains King
First, to thy view, I have presum'd to bring
These my Essaies; on which but gently looke,
I doe not make thee Patron of my Book,
For 'tis not sit our Faiths Defender (still)
Take the protection of each trifling quill.
No, yet because thy wisdome able is
Of all things to make use, I give thee this:
The picture of a beast in Humane shape;
'Tis neither Monkey nor Baboone, nor Ape,
Though neere condition'd. I have not sought it
In Affrick Desarts, neither have I brought it
Out of Ignota terra, those wilde lands
Beyond the farthest Magellanick strands

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Yeeld not the like; the Fiend lives in this Ile,
And I much mus'd thou spi'dst not all this while
That man-like Monster. But (alas!) I saw,
The looke of Majesty kept him in awe:
He will not, (for he dares not) before thee
Shew what (indeed) it is his use to be.
But in thy presence he is meeke, demure,
Devout, chaste, honest, innocent and pure:
(Seeming an Angel, free from thought of ill,)
And therefore thou must needs so thinke him still.
But, for because thy Soveraigne place denies
The sight of what is view'd by meaner eies,
This I have brought thee with much care and paine:
'Twas like to have beene forced backe againe.
So loth the world was that thine eie should view
The portraiture that I have drawne so true:
Yea, yet (I feare) she findes her selfe so gal'd,
That some will studie how to hav't recal'd:
But 'tis too late; for now my Muse doth trust.
When thou hast seen't, thou wilt approve what's just.
And if I may but once perceive, or heare,
That this sounds pleasing in thy Kingly eare,
I'l make my Muses to describe him fuller,
And paint him forth in a more lively colour.
Yea I will to the worlds great shame unfold
That which is knowne, but never yet was told.
Mean-while, great King, a happy Monarch raigne,
Inspight of Rome, the Divell, Hell and Spaine.