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Momus himself although he’s ever wrong
Will yet admire th’ Eloqvence of your tongve
Your foes and Friends both abroad and at home
Whit force and wisdom You’ know t’ ower come
The Friend by force of witt and pleasant words
Your arm wil break the proudest Ennemies Swords
Mars and Apollo are in striving mad
Whose glorious Lawrels first shal croune your head
But (pray t’ excuse me) I Swear by my Oath
Sir You are twice more worthy then them both.
Stood not Mars self astonishd when he Savv
How Your sword Could abolish wrongfull Law?
And how you’ Could restore the Kingdoms Peace
Troubled by man of Cadmus Dragon race.
Muft not Apollo mervel and self cry
Carlisle th’ Ambasdor is more fit then I?
Did not the barbarous Russes and their Czar
Amazed stand when first Your brightful Star
More clear then Phoebus on their Hemispheare
And lik’ Mars siery Planet did appeare?
The Cimbers toe were rawilht all no less
Which with a trambling langvage did confesse,
This is Carlisle Broer lille so high besam’d
Whose name but spoken al Virtues are nam’d.
Sweden admireth thy very Divine Goast
And Vertuou’s proud doeth of har fortune boast
To have twice had (my Lord when the had you’)
That English Mars and English Venus toe
VVhose Charming Beauty ecclipseth thausend suns
VVith lite Cupide which doth fire the Guns
Disspising darts; This Babe of Loue let’s see
Beeing a Child a wonderous Man to be:
Jupiter hearing this went to be hid
He feard of Him what he to Saturn did.
J am no Prophet, but I telle t’is true
Affter tuelue years the world shalsee and you
How His rare Virtues th’ hole world wil move
All man vvil feare al Damwels vvil Him love,
Such great a Treasure hath Sveden stil possesd
Having Carlisle: alas h’is buta Guest!
When He first came O more then happy day
But more unhappy now he goes avvay!
England is glad, Sveden begins to mourn
For his departure, they for his return.
Th’ inconstant’ fortune and all seasons were
Become more constant since Carlisle Came here
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