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TO THE GREAT DEPVTIE OF THE GREATEST DEITIE IN HEAVEN, THE CHVRCHES CHIEFE CONSERVER ON EARTH: IAMES,
KING OF GREAT BRITAINE, France, And Ireland.
Svppose you see the Widdow with her Mite,
Debating, whether better to proceed,
And lay it downe in all the Peoples sight;
Or else, to put it vp againe with speed
Now shee resolues to doo't, And then shee feares
Th' acceptance of it, and the Peoples gieres:
At last, shee did conclude, and cast it in;
Then slinkt away, and hop'd shee was not seene.
Debating, whether better to proceed,
And lay it downe in all the Peoples sight;
Or else, to put it vp againe with speed
Now shee resolues to doo't, And then shee feares
Th' acceptance of it, and the Peoples gieres:
At last, shee did conclude, and cast it in;
Then slinkt away, and hop'd shee was not seene.
Thus, with a very conscious cautious Eye,
Our Author weighs the Work which he presents;
Then viewes the Multitude that's standing by,
(Knowing too well their old accustom'd bent:)
And now, no sooner does behold your Selfe,
But layes it at your foot; and then by stealth
Auoids; and hopes, the Giuer is vnknowne:
Yet this small Gift speakes great affection.
Our Author weighs the Work which he presents;
Then viewes the Multitude that's standing by,
(Knowing too well their old accustom'd bent:)
And now, no sooner does behold your Selfe,
But layes it at your foot; and then by stealth
Auoids; and hopes, the Giuer is vnknowne:
Yet this small Gift speakes great affection.
Your Maiesties most faithfull Subiect, Th. Powell.
TO THE BEST BLEST POVRTRAICT OF PATERNALL PERFECTIONS,
CHARLES, The High and Mightie Prince of Wales.
It's onely thy Acceptance may reputeWhat here I offer: Be but pleas'd to doo't;
I wish more happinesse may ne're succeed it,
But that I may report your selfe did read it.
Tibi prior morituras fatis,
Quam tui sim miraturas satis,
Quam tui sim miraturas satis,
Tho. Powell.
A CONGRATVLATORIE TO THE SAFE RETVRNE of that sincere Seruant of the State, Iames, Lord Viscount Doncaster.
The King receiues thee with an open Arme,The Commons doe accuse the fatall Storme
That did detaine thee, to behold a Scene
Which might strike blood-shot euery eie of Heau'n.
Wouldst know why we reioice thy comming home
We loue Religions Friends, and thou art one.
Your Lordships to the most of his Nerue, Th. Powell.
TO THE HONORABLE SIR Iames Ley KNIGHT, Lord chiefe Iustice of England.
That thou art such a Iudge, so qualifi'de,As Authors heretofore haue all prescrib'de
A well elected Iusticer should be;
Each man perceiues the reasons pregnancy:
Custome of doing well in lower place,
Can with no spurre of Honor change his pace:
Besides an other cause I thinke vpon,
Thou wilt not blame the Kings election.
But why in stead of Iustice, to these labours
Hast thou afforded them so many fauours?
I know no reason may induce thee too't,
But that it is thy goodnesse makes thee doo't.
Your Lordships In all thankfull acknowledgement T. P.
TO THAT LAW-ENOBLING GENTLEMAN SIR Thomas Couentry Knight, As Generous in all Affayring, As Generall in Office of Attorney to his Maiestie.
To haue a thankfull minde, and not to shew it,Is to know much, and not let others know it;
I will not flatter for a benefit,
Yet better to acknowledge, then forget.
A farther libertie I doe not aske;
That were to me (alas) too great a taske:
For if th' account bee cast of what is due,
I owe the most of any man to you.
The more in your imployment, and disposing, The more happy, Tho. Powell.
TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFVL IN FVLL RIGHT OF HIS OWNE Worth, Sir Edward Powell, Knight and Barronet, Master of his Maiesties Requests.
VVorthie Sir (to tell you true)Faine I would, but know not yet,
Whether your place were made for you,
Or whether you were made for it?
If Feare, to take the double Fee;
If giuing Suitors expedition;
And to respect Conueniencie,
Aboue Reward in each Petition,
May make a Master of Request,
Though thou be last, th' art not the least.
The seruant of your Name, and Familie Tho. P.
TO THAT GREAT LIGHT OF LAW LEARNING, THE Right Worshipfull William Noy Esquire, of Lincolnes Inne, present Reader.
To You how much this work of mine doth owe,My selfe must needs confesse, & you do know.
To say (I thanke you) is but poore amends;
For so the Fydler and the Begger ends:
Their Thanks liues, only, while the Almes is giuing,
But mine shall neuer die, while we are liuing.
Signa virtutum tuarum longé, latéque ferens.
Tho. Powell.
TO THE READERS, MASTERS Of This Mysterie.
You that are Masters of this Science,
I aske your aid, and free supplyance.
I aske your aid, and free supplyance.
Cætera turba tuas Muscas venare, Ministro
Fulminis hæc valido propria præda: vale.
Fulminis hæc valido propria præda: vale.
T. P.
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