Poems, Songs and Love-Verses upon several Subjects. By Matthew Coppinger |
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To the King's most Excellent Majesty.
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To the King's most Excellent Majesty.
Of mighty Jove I lately ask't a Boon,Which, like a God, he granted me as soon
As I cou'd ask; and gave me this Command,
Go, and receive it at thy Princes Hand,
Great Charles, to whom the World shall Homage pay,
The Dutch, the French, the Spaniards all obey;
Whose mighty Fleets shall from the Indies bring
Spice, Pearls, and Gold, as Presents to the King.
Thou need'st not doubt, thy wants he'll soon supply,
From his so unexhausted Treasury.
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With Hecatombs of Thanks his Altar stor'd;
And big with expectation to receive
The promis'd Gift, I thought my King wou'd give.
Some Days, some Weeks, some Months I spent in vain,
Each moment full of hopes of promis'd gain;
And still my want increas'd. I therefore then
Swore ne're to trust a Heathen God agen,
But to my Soveraign my wants declare,
Whose Clemency shall suit unto my Prayer.
Thus shall th' admiring World perceive the odds
Between our Christian Kings, and Heathen Gods.
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