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TO
The Lord D. L. upon
his Mariage.
Wee that are Orpheus Sons, and can inherit
By that great title, nought but's num'rous spirit;
His broaken Harpe, and when w'are tir'd with moane,
A few small Trees of Bay to hang it on.
Wee that successively can claime no more,
From such a poore unlucky Ancestor;
Must now (my noble Lord) take thrifty care,
To know, what moderne wealth the Muses share?
Or how it is dispos'd? and strait wee finde
Great, pow'rfull Love, hath bount'ously resign'd
Into your happy Armes, the chiefe, and best,
Of all that our ambitious hopes possest:
By that great title, nought but's num'rous spirit;
His broaken Harpe, and when w'are tir'd with moane,
A few small Trees of Bay to hang it on.
Wee that successively can claime no more,
From such a poore unlucky Ancestor;
Must now (my noble Lord) take thrifty care,
To know, what moderne wealth the Muses share?
Or how it is dispos'd? and strait wee finde
Great, pow'rfull Love, hath bount'ously resign'd
Into your happy Armes, the chiefe, and best,
Of all that our ambitious hopes possest:
Your
