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50 Or wert thou that just Maid who once before
Or wert thou [Mercy], that sweet-smiling Youth?
Let down in cloudy throne to do the world some good?
Or wert thou of the golden-winged host,
As if to show what creatures Heaven doth breed ;
But oh! why didst thou not stay here below 65 To bless us with thy heaven-loved innocence, To slake his wrath whom sin hath made our foe, To turn swift-rushing black perdition hence, 2. Or drive away the slaughtering pestilence,
To stand 'twixt us and our deservèd smart?
Then thou, the mother of so sweet a child,
That till the world's last end shall make thy name to
AT A VACATION EXERCISE IN THE COLLEGE, PART LATIN, PART ENGLISH.
ANNO ÆTATIS XIX. (1628.)
The Latin Speeches ended, the English thus began:
Native that sinews weak
Didst move my first endeavouring tongue
And mad'st imperfect words with childish trips,
Io I know my tongue but little grace can do thee.
The daintiest dishes shall be served up last. 15 I pray thee then deny me not thy aid
For this same small neglect that I have made; But haste thee straight to do me once a pleasure, And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure ; Not those new-fangled toys, and trimming slight 20 Which takes our late fantastics with delight;
But cull those richest robes and gayest attire,
Till thou hast decked them in thy best array;
hy service in some graver subject use;
as they make thee search thy coffers round, hou clothe my fancy in fit sound;
2. Or di
the deep transported mind may soar
underous throne doth lie,
while Hebè brings
ome unto thee,
40 Then, passing through the spheres of watchful fire,
In solemn songs at King Alcinous' feast, 50 While sad Ulysses' soul and all the rest
Are held with his melodious harmony
In willing chains and sweet captivity.
But fie, my wandering Muse, how thou dost stray !
55 Thou know'st it must be now thy only bent
Then ENS is represented as father of the Predicaments, his ten sons, whereof the eldest stood for SUBSTANCE with his canons, which ENS, thus speaking, explains:—
Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
65 She heard them give thee this, that thou shouldst still
From eyes of mortals walk invisible;
Yet there is something that doth force my fear;
And in Time's long and dark prospective glass
"Your son," said she, "(nor can you it prevent) Shall subject be to many an Accident.
75 O'er all his brethren he shall reign as king,
d peace shall lull him in her flowery lap;
thou can kt.
that are at enmity."
force, what mighty spell, if not loose this Gordian knot?
TY, spake in prose, then