Madagascar.
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As if the spacious Navy lay adrift;
Sayles swell'd, to make them comely more than swift:
And then I spi'd (as cause of this command)
Thy mighty Uncles Trident in thy hand;
By which mysterious figure I did call
Thee chiefe, and universall Admirall!
For well our northerne Monarch knowes; howere
The Sea is dully held, the proper spheare
Wherein that Trident swayes, yet, in his hand
•t turnes strait to a Scepter when on land:
And soone this wise assertion prov'd a truth;
For when thy selfe, with thy advent'rous Youth
Were disimbarqu'd; strait with one lib'rall minde,
That long-lost, scatter'd-parcell of mankinde,
Who from the first disorder'd throng did stray
And then fix heere, now yeeld unto thy sway:
On Olive trees, their Quivers empty hung,
Their Arrowes were unplum'd, their Bowes unstrung:
But some from farr, with jealous Opticks trace
Lines of thy Mothers beauty in thy face:
By which, so much thou seem'st the God of love,
That with tumultuous haste they strait remove,
Sayles swell'd, to make them comely more than swift:
And then I spi'd (as cause of this command)
Thy mighty Uncles Trident in thy hand;
By which mysterious figure I did call
Thee chiefe, and universall Admirall!
For well our northerne Monarch knowes; howere
The Sea is dully held, the proper spheare
Wherein that Trident swayes, yet, in his hand
•t turnes strait to a Scepter when on land:
And soone this wise assertion prov'd a truth;
For when thy selfe, with thy advent'rous Youth
Were disimbarqu'd; strait with one lib'rall minde,
That long-lost, scatter'd-parcell of mankinde,
Who from the first disorder'd throng did stray
And then fix heere, now yeeld unto thy sway:
On Olive trees, their Quivers empty hung,
Their Arrowes were unplum'd, their Bowes unstrung:
But some from farr, with jealous Opticks trace
Lines of thy Mothers beauty in thy face:
By which, so much thou seem'st the God of love,
That with tumultuous haste they strait remove,
And
