For faults and follies London's doom shall fix,
And she must sink in flames in "sixty-six";
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Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula Roris, Inque Rosas roseo transfluat orta sinu.
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Quis posthac chartae committat sensa loquaci, Si sua crediderit Fata subesse stylo?
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Facundis dedit ille notis, interprete plumas Insinuare sonos oculis, & pingere voces,
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Sir,
Our times are much degenerate from those
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Nec sterilem te crede; Licet, mulieribus exul, Falcem virginiae nequeas immitere messi,
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A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector
That Providence which had so long the care
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Verses to accompany a portrait of Cromwell
Bright Martial Maid, Queen of the frozen zone,
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Sit further, and make room for thine own fame, Where just desert enrolles thy honour'd Name
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Climb at Court for me that will
Tottering favors Pinacle;
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Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use, Did after him the World seduce:
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See with what simplicity This Nimph begins her golden daies!
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To the Lord Fairfax. See how the arched Earth does here
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As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't.
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Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect;
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Consurgit Luparae Dum non imitabile culmen, Escuriale ingens uritur in vidia.
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Nature had long a Treasure made Of all her choisest store;
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Clora come view my Soul, and tell Whether I have contriv'd it well.
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Farfacio. Cernis ut ingenti distinguant
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Charissimo Filio Edmundo Trotio
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Ingeniosa Viris contingunt Nomina magnis, Ut dubites Casu vel Ratione data.
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Now does Spains Fleet her spatious wings unfold, Leaves the new World and hastens for the old:
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Charissimo Filio &c. Pater & Mater &c.
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Alas, how pleasant are their dayes With whom the Infant Love yet playes!
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Quisnam adeo, mortale genus, praecordia versat: Heu Palmae, Laurique furor, vel simplicis Herbae!
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Nempe sic innumero succrescunt agmine libri, Saepia vix toto ut jam natet una mari.
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Haec est quae toties Inimicos Umbra fugavit, At sub qua Cives Otia lenta terunt.
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Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand;
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Like the vain curlings of the watery maze,
Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise,
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