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Madagascar.
Such hopes of wealth discern'd, tis hard to say
How gladly reason did my faith obey;
As if that miracle would now appeare,
Which turnes a Poet to an Usurer:
But reason soone will with our faith conspire,
To make that easie which wee much desire:
Nor, Prince, will I despaire; though all is thine,
That Pioners now dig from ev'ry Mine;
Though all, for which on slipp'ry Rocks they strive,
Or gather when in Seas they breathlesse dive;
Though Poets such unlucky Prophets are,
As still foretell more blessings than they share
Yet when thy noble choyce appear'd, that by
Their Combat first prepar'd thy victorie;
Endimion, and Arigo; who delight
In Numbers and make strong my Muses flight!
These when I saw; my hopes could not abstaine,
To think it likely I might twirle a Chaine
On a judiciall Bench: learne to demurre,
And sleepe out trials in a gowne of Furre;
Then reconcile the rich, for Gold-fring'd-gloves,
The poore, for God-sake, or for Sugar-loaves!
How gladly reason did my faith obey;
As if that miracle would now appeare,
Which turnes a Poet to an Usurer:
But reason soone will with our faith conspire,
To make that easie which wee much desire:
Nor, Prince, will I despaire; though all is thine,
That Pioners now dig from ev'ry Mine;
Though all, for which on slipp'ry Rocks they strive,
Or gather when in Seas they breathlesse dive;
Though Poets such unlucky Prophets are,
As still foretell more blessings than they share
Yet when thy noble choyce appear'd, that by
Their Combat first prepar'd thy victorie;
Endimion, and Arigo; who delight
In Numbers and make strong my Muses flight!
These when I saw; my hopes could not abstaine,
To think it likely I might twirle a Chaine
On a judiciall Bench: learne to demurre,
And sleepe out trials in a gowne of Furre;
Then reconcile the rich, for Gold-fring'd-gloves,
The poore, for God-sake, or for Sugar-loaves!
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