I paid him well—A Wife that's Fair and Young,
Discreet and Kind, and Forty Thousand strong:
Is no bad Consolation sure—In Life.
How would some snigger here, for such a Wife;
Then if this part I Play be rare or no?
Your Pardon Gentlemen—You likewise know:
The Author of the Scenes appear to Day,
Draws every Figure justly through his Play;
Mind, Sence and generous Humour, seems to hit, }
Let Beauty grant him then superior Wit, }
Since by the Boxes it was chose and Writ. }
VERSES Congratulatory
To the Honourable William Bromley, Esq.
AS when Hiperion with Victorious Light,
Expels invading Powers of gloomy Night;
And vernal Nature youthful drest and gay,
Salutes the Conqueror that forms the Day:
The mounting Lark exalts her joyful Note,
And strains with Harmony her warbling Throat;
So now my Muse that hopes to see the Day, }
When clowdy Faction that does Britain sway, }
Shall be o'ercome by Reasons peircing Ray: }
Applauding Senates for their prudent choice,
The Will of Heaven, by the Peoples Voice;
First greets ye Sir, then gladly does prepare,
In tuneful Verse, your welcome to the Chair.
Awful th' Assembly is, August the Queen,
In whose each Day of Life, are Wonders seen;
The Nation too, this greatest of all Years,
Who watch to see blest turns in their Affairs:
Slighting the Hydra on the Gallick shore,
Hope from the Senate much, but from you more;
Whose happy Temper Judgment cultivates,
And forms so fit to Aid our three Estates.
