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[1]She to the Triumph led one Captive King,
And brought that Son, which did the second bring
Then didst thou found that Order (whether Love
Or Victory thy Royal Thoughts did move)
Each was a Noble Cause, and nothing less
Than the Design, has been the great Success:
Which Foreign Kings and Emperors esteem
The second Honour to their Diadem.
Had thy great Destiny but giv'n the Skill,
To know, as well as Power to act her Will,
That from those Kings, who then thy captives were,
In After-times should spring a Royal Pair,
Who should possess all that thy mighty Power,
Or thy Desires more mighty, did devour;
To whom their better Fate reserves whate'er
The Victor hopes for, or the Vanquish’d fear;
That Blood, which thou and thy Great Grandsire shed,
And all that since these Sister Nations bled,
Had been unspilt, and happy Edward known
That all the Blood he spilt, had been his own.
When he that Patron chose, in whom are injoy'd
Souldier and Martyr, and his Arm's confin'd
Within the Azure Circle, he did seem
But to foretel and prophesie of him,
Who to his Realms that Azure Roun hath joyn'd,
Which Nature for their Bound at first design'd.
That Bound, which to the world’s extreamest ends,
Endless it self, its Liquid Arms extends;
And brought that Son, which did the second bring
Then didst thou found that Order (whether Love
Or Victory thy Royal Thoughts did move)
Each was a Noble Cause, and nothing less
Than the Design, has been the great Success:
Which Foreign Kings and Emperors esteem
The second Honour to their Diadem.
Had thy great Destiny but giv'n the Skill,
To know, as well as Power to act her Will,
That from those Kings, who then thy captives were,
In After-times should spring a Royal Pair,
Who should possess all that thy mighty Power,
Or thy Desires more mighty, did devour;
To whom their better Fate reserves whate'er
The Victor hopes for, or the Vanquish’d fear;
That Blood, which thou and thy Great Grandsire shed,
And all that since these Sister Nations bled,
Had been unspilt, and happy Edward known
That all the Blood he spilt, had been his own.
When he that Patron chose, in whom are injoy'd
Souldier and Martyr, and his Arm's confin'd
Within the Azure Circle, he did seem
But to foretel and prophesie of him,
Who to his Realms that Azure Roun hath joyn'd,
Which Nature for their Bound at first design'd.
That Bound, which to the world’s extreamest ends,
Endless it self, its Liquid Arms extends;
- ↑ The Kings of France and Scotland.
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