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10.
Yield not in storms of State to that dislike,
Which from the People does to Rulers grow;
Pow'r (Fortun's Sail) should not for threatnings strike;
In Boats bestorm'd all check at those that row.
Yield not in storms of State to that dislike,
Which from the People does to Rulers grow;
Pow'r (Fortun's Sail) should not for threatnings strike;
In Boats bestorm'd all check at those that row.
11.
Courts little Arts contemn dark Holes to save
Retreated Pow'r, when fear does Friendship feign;
Poor thieves retire to Woods! Chiefs, great and brave,
Draw out their Forces to the open Plain!
Courts little Arts contemn dark Holes to save
Retreated Pow'r, when fear does Friendship feign;
Poor thieves retire to Woods! Chiefs, great and brave,
Draw out their Forces to the open Plain!
12.
Be by thy Virtue bold! when that Sun shines,
All Art's false lights are with disgrace put out;
Her streitness shews it self in crooked Lines;
And her plain Txet the Scepticks dare not doubt.
Be by thy Virtue bold! when that Sun shines,
All Art's false lights are with disgrace put out;
Her streitness shews it self in crooked Lines;
And her plain Txet the Scepticks dare not doubt.
13.
Revenge (weak Women's Valour, and in Men
The Ruffians Cowardise,) keep from thy Breast,
The factious Palace is that Serpent's Den;
Whom Cowards there, with secret slaughter feast.
Revenge (weak Women's Valour, and in Men
The Ruffians Cowardise,) keep from thy Breast,
The factious Palace is that Serpent's Den;
Whom Cowards there, with secret slaughter feast.
14.
Revenge is but a braver Name for Fear,
'Tis Indians furious fear, when they are fed
With valiant Foes; whose Hearts their Teeth must tear
Before they boldly dare believe them dead.
Revenge is but a braver Name for Fear,
'Tis Indians furious fear, when they are fed
With valiant Foes; whose Hearts their Teeth must tear
Before they boldly dare believe them dead.
15.
When thou giv'st death, thy Banners be display'd!
And move not till an open Foe appears!
Courts lurking war shews Justice is afraid;
And no broad Sword, but a closs Ponyard wears.
When thou giv'st death, thy Banners be display'd!
And move not till an open Foe appears!
Courts lurking war shews Justice is afraid;
And no broad Sword, but a closs Ponyard wears.
16.
To kill, shews Fear dares not more fears endure!
When wrong'd, destroy not with thy Foes thy fame,
The Valiant by forgiving mischief, cure;
And it is Heav'n's great conquest to reclaim?
To kill, shews Fear dares not more fears endure!
When wrong'd, destroy not with thy Foes thy fame,
The Valiant by forgiving mischief, cure;
And it is Heav'n's great conquest to reclaim?
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