Madagascar.
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When I perceiv'd, that cares on wealth rely;
That I was destin'd for authoritie,
And early Gowts; my Soule in a strange fright
From this rich Isle began her hasty flight;
And to my halfe dead Body did returne,
Which new inspir'd, rose cheerefull as the Morne.
Heroique Prince, may still thy acts, and name,
Become the wonder and discourse of Fame;
May ev'ry Laurell, ev'ry Mirtle bough,
Be strip'd for Wreaths, t'adorne, and load thy brow;
Triumphant Wreaths, which cause they never fade,
Wise elder times, for Kings and Poets made:
And I deserve a little sprig of Bay,
To weare in Greece on Homers Holy-day;
Since I assume, when I thy Battailes write,
That very flame, which warm'd thee in the fight.
That I was destin'd for authoritie,
And early Gowts; my Soule in a strange fright
From this rich Isle began her hasty flight;
And to my halfe dead Body did returne,
Which new inspir'd, rose cheerefull as the Morne.
Heroique Prince, may still thy acts, and name,
Become the wonder and discourse of Fame;
May ev'ry Laurell, ev'ry Mirtle bough,
Be strip'd for Wreaths, t'adorne, and load thy brow;
Triumphant Wreaths, which cause they never fade,
Wise elder times, for Kings and Poets made:
And I deserve a little sprig of Bay,
To weare in Greece on Homers Holy-day;
Since I assume, when I thy Battailes write,
That very flame, which warm'd thee in the fight.
FINIS.
