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The torne, the injur'd Panther, to restraine
In's hot pursuit, or stroke him coole againe;
To tell the cause, why Winds doe disagree,
Divide them when in Stormes they mingled be;
Strait fix them single, where they breath'd before;
Or fanne them with a Plume, from Sea to Shore;
Than bind my raging Temples, or resist
The pow'r that swell'd me, as Apollo's Priest.
Therefore my Robe, that on his Altar lay,
My Virge, my Wreath, I tooke; and thus did pray:
That you (my Lord) with lasting memory,
And strength of fervent youth, may live to see,
Your name in this blest nuptiall store the Earth,
With such a masculine, and knowing birth;
As shall at factious Councells moderate,
And force injurious Armies to their fate.
Let Time be fetter'd, that they never may
Increasing others, feele themselves decay.
To you (my Lord) who with wise industrie,
Seeke Virtue out, then give it strength to be;
Where ere you shall recide, let Plenty bring,
The pride, and expectations of the Spring;
In's hot pursuit, or stroke him coole againe;
To tell the cause, why Winds doe disagree,
Divide them when in Stormes they mingled be;
Strait fix them single, where they breath'd before;
Or fanne them with a Plume, from Sea to Shore;
Than bind my raging Temples, or resist
The pow'r that swell'd me, as Apollo's Priest.
Therefore my Robe, that on his Altar lay,
My Virge, my Wreath, I tooke; and thus did pray:
That you (my Lord) with lasting memory,
And strength of fervent youth, may live to see,
Your name in this blest nuptiall store the Earth,
With such a masculine, and knowing birth;
As shall at factious Councells moderate,
And force injurious Armies to their fate.
Let Time be fetter'd, that they never may
Increasing others, feele themselves decay.
To you (my Lord) who with wise industrie,
Seeke Virtue out, then give it strength to be;
Where ere you shall recide, let Plenty bring,
The pride, and expectations of the Spring;
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