142 Anne Bradjireefs Works.
I've not forgot, how bitter Choler fpake
Nor how her gaul on me fhe caufelefs brake ;
Nor wonder 'twas for hatred there's not fmall,
Where oppofition is Diametrical.
To what is Truth I freely will alTent,
Although my Name do fuffer detriment,
What's flanderous repell, doubtful difpute,
And when I've nothing left to fay be mute.
Valour I want, no Souldier am 'tis true,
rie leave that manly Property to you;
I love no thundring guns, nor bloody wars,
My polifh'd Skin was not ordain'd for Skarrs:
But though the pitched field I've ever fled,
At home the Conquerours have conquered.
Nay, I could tell you what's more true then meet.
That Kings have laid their Scepters at my feet;
When Sifter fanguine paints my Ivory face:
The Monarchs bend and fue, but for my grace
My lilly white when joyned with her red.
Princes hath flav'd, and Captains captived.
Country with Country, Greece with AJia fights
Sixty nine Princes, all flout Hero Knights.
Under Troys walls ten 3"ears will wear ' away, [40J
Rather then loofe one beauteous Helena.
But 'twere as vain, to prove this truth of mine
As at noon day, to tell the Sun doth fhine.
Next difference that 'twixt us twain doth lye
Who doth poflefs the brain, or thou or T ?
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