The Floating Island A Tragi-Comedy |
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 | The Floating Island |  |
Enter the Epiloge. To His Majesty.
By this short Model of self-policy,
We find what use of Outward Soveraignty.
The Isle is setled, rage of Passions laid,
And Phancy stoopes to Prudence. Things so staid,
Our Scene which was but Fiction now is true;
No King so much Prudentius as you:
Whose Rule is Reason, Throne the heart; And now
No souls so Passionate as we; that bow
Both with the weight of Duty and of Debt.
Henceforth our hearts all motion shall forget
But yours. Your Rule alone is fit to sway;
Yet we no lesse your benefits obey.
Twixt both, our loyalty will nameless prove;
That makes it Vertue, these will have it Love.
By this short Model of self-policy,
We find what use of Outward Soveraignty.
The Isle is setled, rage of Passions laid,
And Phancy stoopes to Prudence. Things so staid,
Our Scene which was but Fiction now is true;
No King so much Prudentius as you:
Whose Rule is Reason, Throne the heart; And now
No souls so Passionate as we; that bow
Both with the weight of Duty and of Debt.
Henceforth our hearts all motion shall forget
But yours. Your Rule alone is fit to sway;
Yet we no lesse your benefits obey.
Twixt both, our loyalty will nameless prove;
That makes it Vertue, these will have it Love.
| The Floating Island | |