Virtus Rediviva Or a Panegyricke On the late King Charls the I. Second Monarch of Great Britain. By Tho. Forde |
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With Herberts Poeme.
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With Herberts Poeme.
The Poet's now become a Priest, and layesHis Poem at your feet, expects no Bayes,
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And make this Offering prove a Sacrifice.
The Vestal fire that's in your breast, will burn
Up all his drosse, and make it Incense turne;
And then your smile a second life will give,
Hee'l fear no death, if you but bid him live.
Pardon this bold ambition, tis his drift,
To make the Altar sanctifie the Gift.
Visit this Temple, at your vacant houres,
Twas Herberts Poem once, but now tis Yours.
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