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Geoffrey of Monmouth.
Brutus thus addresses Diana in the country of
Leogecia. VAFENSODDESS of Shades, and Huntress, who at will
[through the deep, Walk'st on the rowling Sphear, and On thy third Reign the Earth look now, and tell What Land, what Seat of rest thou bidst me seek, What certain Seat, where I may worship thee For
aye, with Temples vow'd, and Virgin quires.
To whom sleeping before the Altar, Diana in a Vipon
that night thus answer'd, Brutus far to the West, in th' Ocean wide Beyond the Realm of Gaul, a Land there lies, Sea-girt it lies, where Giants dwelt of old, Now void, it fits thy People; thether bend Thy course, there shalt thou find a lasting seat, There to thy Sons another Troy shall rise, And Kings be born of thee, whose dredded might Shall aw the World, and conquer Nations bold.
H Constantine, of how much ill was cause
Not thy Conversion, but those rich demains That the first wealthy Pope receiv'd of thee.
OUNDED in chast and humble Poverty, F 'Gainst them that rais'd thee dost thou lift thy
horn, Impudent whoore, where hast thou plac'd thy hope? In thy Adulterers, or thy ill got wealth? Another Constantine comes not in hast.
past he to a flowry Mountain green, Which once smeltsweet, now stinks as odiously; This was that gift (if you the truth will have) That Constantine to good Sylvestro gave.
HOM do we count a good man, whom but
he Who keeps the laws and statutes of the Senate, Who judges in great suits and controversies, Whose witness and opinion wins the cause ? But his own house, and the whole neighbourhood Sees his foul inside through his whited skin.
The brightest Glory can eclipse with Night;
All Purple Tyrants honour you ;
Continue us in Wealth and Peace;
VHE worst of Poets, I my self declare,
By how much you the best of Patrons are.
Having to advise the Public, may speak free, Which he who can, and will, deserv's high praise ; Who neither can nor will, may hold his peace; What can be juster in a State then this ?
LWCHING to teach the truth
AUGHING to teach the truth
What hinders? as some teachers give to Boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learne apace.
Sophocles. T'S VIS you that say it, not I; you do the deeds,
And your ungodly deeds find me the words.
WHERE can be flaine
No sacrifice to God more acceptable Then an unjust and wicked King.
N silence now, and with attention wait,
LAUCUS, in Lycia we're ador'd like Gods:
Epigram on Salmafius's Hundreda. WHO HO taught Salmahus, that French chatt'ring
Pye, To aim at English, and HUNDREDA cry? The starving Rascal, flusht with just a Hundred English Jacobusses, Hundreda blunder'd. An out-law'd King's last stock. A hundred more, Would make him pimp for th’Antichristian Whore; And in Rome's praise Employ his poyson’d Breath, Who threatn’d once to stink the Pope to death.