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PRESENTED TO THE LORD KEEPER.
King William. Printed in the year 1695. The author's age 24.
SIR JOHN SOMERS,
LORD KEEPER OF THE GREAT SEAL.
Ir yet your thoughts are loose from state affairs,
Nor feel the burden of a kingdom's cares,
To you, my Lord, these daring thoughts belong, Who help'd to raise the subject of my song; you the hero of my verse reveals His great designs, to you in council tells His inmost thoughts, determining the doom Of towns unstorm'd, and battles yet to come. And well could you, in your immortal strains, Describe his conduct, and reward his pains: But since the state has all your cares engrost, And poetry in higher thoughts is lost, Attend to what a lesser muse indites, Pardon her faults, and countenance her flights.
you, my Lord, with anxious fear I wait, And from your judgment must expect my fate,
Who, free from vulgar passions, are above
If you, well-pleas'd, shall smile upon my lays,
For next to what you write, is what you praise.
HEN now the business of the field is o'er,
And all the thunder of the battle laid;
The trumpets, drums, and cannons drown'd her voice:
A thousand years in full succession ran,