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But halte thee strait to do me once a Pleafure,
And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure;
Not those new fangled toys, and trimings Night
Which takes our late fantasticks with delight,
But cull thofe richest Robes, and gay'lt attire
Which deepest Spirits, and choiceft Wits defire:
I have some naked thoughts that rove about
And loudly knock to have their passage out;
And weary of their place do only stay.
Till thou hast deck'd them in thy best aray?
That so they may without suspect or fears
Fly swiftly to this fair Afsembly's ears;
Yet I had rather, if I were to chuse,
Thy service in some graver subject usc,
Such as may make thee search thy coffers round,
Before thou cloath my fancy in fic found:
Such where the deep transported mind may
Above the wheeling poles, and at Heav'ns door
Look in, and fee each blissful Deity
How he before the thunderous throne doth lie,
Listening to what unshorn Apollo sings
To th'touch of golden wires, while Hebe brings
Immortal Nectar to her Kingly Sire:
Then passing through the Sphears of watchful fire,
And mistie Regions of wide air next under,
And hills of Snow and lofts of piled Thunder,
May tell at length how green-ey'd Neptune raves,
In Heav'ns defiance mustering all his waves;
Then fing of secret things that came to pass
When Beldam Nature in her cradle was;
And last of Kings and Queens and Hero's old,
Such as the wife Demodocus once told
In folemn Songs at King Alcinous feast
While sad Ulisses foul and all the rest
Are held with his melodious harmony
In willing chains and sweet captivity.
But fie, my wand'ring Muse, how thou dost stray!
Expectance calls thee now another
Thou knowlt it must be now thy only bent
To keep in compass of thy Predicament:
Then quick about thy purpos'd business come
That to the next I may resign my Room.
Then Ens is represented as Father of the Prædica
ments his ten Sons, whereof the Eldest stood for Substance with his Canons, which Ens, thus Speaking, explains.
Cod luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The Faiery Ladies danc'd upon the hearth; ; Thy drowsie Nurse hath sworn she did them spie Come tripping to the Room where thou didft lie; And sweetly singing round about thy Bed Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping Head. She heard them give thee this, that thou should'ft ftill From
of mortals walk invisible,
Yet there is something that doth force my fear,
For once it was my dismal hap to hear
A Sybil old, bow-bent with crooked Age,
That far Events full wisely could presage,
And in Time's long and dark Prospective Glass
Fore-law what future days should bring to pass,
Your Son, faid she, (nor can you it prevent)
Shall subject be to many an Accident.
O’er all his Brethren he shall Reign as King,
Yet every one shall make him underling ,
And those that cannot live from him asunder,
Ungratefully shall strive to keep him under,
In worth and excellence he shall out-go them,
Yet being above them, he shall be below them;
From others he shall stand in need of nothing,
Yet on his Brothers shall depend for Cloathing.
To find a Foe it shall not be his hap,
shall lull him in her flow'ry lap;
Yet shall he live in strife, and at his door
Devouring War shall never cease to roar:
Yea it shall be his natural property
To harbour those who are at enmity.
What pow'r, what force, what mighty spell, if not
Your learned hands, can loose this Gordian knot?
The next Quantity and Quality Spake in Profe, then
Relation was calld by his name.
Ivers arise; whether thou be the Son
Of utmost Tweed, or Oofe, or gulphie Dun, Or Trent, who like some earth-born Giant spreads His thirty Arms along the indented Meads, Or fallen Mole that runneth underneath, Or Severn swift, guilty of Maidens death,
Or Rockie Avon, or of Sedgie Lee,
Or Coaly Tine, or ancient hallowed Dee,
Or Humber loud that keeps the Scythians Name,
Or Medway smooth, or Royal Towred Thame.
The rest was Profe.
On the new forcers of Conscience under the Long
you have thrown off your Prelate Lord, And with stiff Vows renounc'd his Liturgie, To seise the widow'd whore Pluralicie
From them whose fin ye envi'd, not abborr'd, Dare
ye for this adjure the Civil Sword To force our Consciences that Christ set free, And ride us with a classic Hierarchy
Taught ye by meer A. S. and Rotherford ? Men whose Life, Learning, Faith and pure
intent Would have been held in high esteem with Paul
Must now be nam'd and printed Hereticks By shallow Edwards and Scotch what d'ye call:
But we do hope to find out all your tricks,