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On Master Rawlins and his Tayler in the Rebellion.
In what a strange delemma stood my mind,When first I saw the Tayler? and did finde
The Noble Tayler to proceed from you;
I stood amaz'd, as one with thunder strook.
And knew not which to read; you, or your Booke.
I wonder how you could, being of our race,
So Eagle-like looke Phœbus in the face.
I wonder how you could, being so yong
And teeming yet, encounter with so strong
And firme a Story, 'twould indeed have prov'd
A subject for the wisest, that had lov'd
To sucke at Aganippe. But goe on,
My best of friends, and as you have begun
With that is good, so let your after times
Transcendent be. Apollo he still shines
On the best wits; and if a Momus chance
On this thy Volume scornfully to glance,
Melpomene will defend, and you shall see,
That Vertue will at length make Envy flee.
I. Knight.
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