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Madagascar.
Thy selfe I saw, quite tir'd with victorie;
As weary growne to kill, as they to die:
Whilst some at last, thy mercy did enjoy
'Cause t'was lesse paines, to pardon than destroy;
And thy compassion did thy Army please,
In meere beleefe, it gave thy Valour ease.
Here in a calme began thy regall sway;
Which with such cheerefull hearts, all did obey,
As if no Law, were juster than thy word;
Thy Scepter still were safe, without a Sword.
And here Chronologers pronounce thy stile;
The first true Monarch of the Golden Isle:
An Isle, so seated for predominance,
Where Navall strength, its power can so advance,
That it may tribute take, of what the East
Shall ever send in traffique to the West.
He that from cursed Mahomet derives
His sinfull blood: the Sophy too, that strives
To prove, he keepes that very Chaire in's Throne,
The Macedonian Youth last sate upon:
And hee, whose wilder pride, makes him abhor
All but the Sunne, for his Progenitor;
As weary growne to kill, as they to die:
Whilst some at last, thy mercy did enjoy
'Cause t'was lesse paines, to pardon than destroy;
And thy compassion did thy Army please,
In meere beleefe, it gave thy Valour ease.
Here in a calme began thy regall sway;
Which with such cheerefull hearts, all did obey,
As if no Law, were juster than thy word;
Thy Scepter still were safe, without a Sword.
And here Chronologers pronounce thy stile;
The first true Monarch of the Golden Isle:
An Isle, so seated for predominance,
Where Navall strength, its power can so advance,
That it may tribute take, of what the East
Shall ever send in traffique to the West.
He that from cursed Mahomet derives
His sinfull blood: the Sophy too, that strives
To prove, he keepes that very Chaire in's Throne,
The Macedonian Youth last sate upon:
And hee, whose wilder pride, makes him abhor
All but the Sunne, for his Progenitor;
Whose
