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Nor yet the fiery Youth of Macedon,
Shall have the dignitie t'attend his Throne:
But mighty Iulius, who had thoughts so high
They humble seem'd, when th'aim'd at victorie;
And own'd a Soule so learn'd; Truth fear'd that shee
Might stand too nak'd, neere his Philosophie:
In anger, valiant, gently calme, in love;
He soar'd an Eagle, but he stoop'd a Dove!
Know, Queene of light; hee onely doth appeare,
Fit to embrace your Royall Lover here:
Nor thinke my promise is the ayrie boast
Of a dead Greeke, a thinne-light-talking-Ghost:
It shall be well perform'd; and all I dare
For those just toyles commend unto your care;
Is but a Poets humble suit; who now
With everlasting Wreaths may deck his Brow;
Since first your Poet call'd; and by that stile
He is my Deputy throughout your Isle.
Shall have the dignitie t'attend his Throne:
But mighty Iulius, who had thoughts so high
They humble seem'd, when th'aim'd at victorie;
And own'd a Soule so learn'd; Truth fear'd that shee
Might stand too nak'd, neere his Philosophie:
In anger, valiant, gently calme, in love;
He soar'd an Eagle, but he stoop'd a Dove!
Know, Queene of light; hee onely doth appeare,
Fit to embrace your Royall Lover here:
Nor thinke my promise is the ayrie boast
Of a dead Greeke, a thinne-light-talking-Ghost:
It shall be well perform'd; and all I dare
For those just toyles commend unto your care;
Is but a Poets humble suit; who now
With everlasting Wreaths may deck his Brow;
Since first your Poet call'd; and by that stile
He is my Deputy throughout your Isle.
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