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MONTROSE’S LINES.
My dear and only love, I pray
that noble world of thee,
Be govern’d by no other sway
but purest monarchie;
For if confusion have a part,
which virtuous souls abhore,
And hold a synod in thy heart,
I’ll never love thee more.
Like Alexander I will reign,
and I will reign alone;
My thoughts shall evermore disdain
a rival on my throne.
He either fears his fate too much,
or his deserts are small,
That puts it not unto the touch,
to win or lose it all.
But I must rule and govern still,
and always give the law;
And have each subject at my will,
and all to stand in awe;
But ’gainst my battery, if I find
thou scorn’st the prize so sore,
As that thou set'st me up a blind
