Curft the Rebellion of Earth's impious Race, FINIS. A N EPISTLE то EUDOX U S Our Author wrote this about ten Years ago, and infcrib'd it to a Courtier, whom he induftrioufly conceals under a fictitious Name. SONG have I ask'd of my unfriendly Fate, Far from the fplendid Tumults of the Great. But me, alas! th' imagin'd Pleafure flies, To my importune Pray'rs the courted Prize. This Piece was printed in the Year 1656. G 2 Since Since then, EUDOXUS, Fortune has declin'd ME neither Heaps of golden Treasure move, The Cares of State, and Honour's glitt'ring Pain, THE Dutch at last, as runs a feint Report, His Father's Comfort, and his Mother's Joy, } } The |