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The English Prologue.
All haile thrice faire Assembly.
VVhat Orders, Laws, Rights, Constitutions, here
Run yearly round in this Schoole Hemisphere:
And what Our Elders, and Our Classes doe,
Are this day tendred to your publique view.
Run yearly round in this Schoole Hemisphere:
And what Our Elders, and Our Classes doe,
Are this day tendred to your publique view.
Our Prince is King of Bees; whose well-mann'd throne,
No peevish VVaspe can clime, nor lazie drone.
Under whose VERGE our new Atlantis lies,
And comes well-neere th'Utopian Paradise.
No peevish VVaspe can clime, nor lazie drone.
Under whose VERGE our new Atlantis lies,
And comes well-neere th'Utopian Paradise.
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As for the scene that lies in Grecian-Rome,
A piece new weaved ith Greek and Latian lome;
Yet for your sakes (sweet Ladies) all along,
The work's imbroder'd in our Mother Tongue.
A piece new weaved ith Greek and Latian lome;
Yet for your sakes (sweet Ladies) all along,
The work's imbroder'd in our Mother Tongue.
Sirs, you are wise, accept what is not ill,
Who are not wise, let them do what they will.
Who are not wise, let them do what they will.
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