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The Brittish Princes,
Book 1.
Though Sage Historians, Griev'd they cannot know,
How much this Isle, does to his Virtues owe;
But small Remaines of his Past Acts Relate,
Charging the rest, on Guilty Time and Fate:
Or else to Fame, whose Rolls his Glories fill,
Have left his Praise, above their search, and skill.
Victorious Rome, that Brittain had Compell'd,
To own Her Rule, from Him fear'd what she held;
Proving his Armes, her Greatness Ballanc'd more,
Than all the World, she had oppos'd before.
Many the Battels were, Fame tells, he Fought
Unequal Number'd, yet his Foes still sought;
Till Fate his Life unto Death's Pow'r betrayes,
And Brittaines Mourn, the wonder of their Dayes.
To all the Glories, of so great a Name
He left a Son, Heir to his Worth and Fame;
A Happiness, not in all Monarchs known,
Who worthless, oft succeed, a Virt'ous Throne;
How much this Isle, does to his Virtues owe;
But small Remaines of his Past Acts Relate,
Charging the rest, on Guilty Time and Fate:
Or else to Fame, whose Rolls his Glories fill,
Have left his Praise, above their search, and skill.
Victorious Rome, that Brittain had Compell'd,
To own Her Rule, from Him fear'd what she held;
Proving his Armes, her Greatness Ballanc'd more,
Than all the World, she had oppos'd before.
Many the Battels were, Fame tells, he Fought
Unequal Number'd, yet his Foes still sought;
Till Fate his Life unto Death's Pow'r betrayes,
And Brittaines Mourn, the wonder of their Dayes.
To all the Glories, of so great a Name
He left a Son, Heir to his Worth and Fame;
A Happiness, not in all Monarchs known,
Who worthless, oft succeed, a Virt'ous Throne;
And
