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Curft the Rebellion of Earth's impious Race,
Who durft with Jove difpute fuperior Place.
Peals of Applause thro the bright Palace rung,
And the charm'd Stars danc'd, as the Mufes fung.
Gods were with Gods in strict Embraces bound,
Full Bowls of Nectar walk'd the pleasing Round,
And Mirth, and Joy, and Peace fincere, the heavenly
Banquet crown'd.

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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,
L A private Living with a small Eftate,

Far from the fplendid Tumults of the Great.

But me, alas! th' imagin'd Pleafure flies,
And fome unkinder Deity denies

To my importune Pray'rs the courted Prize.

This Piece was printed in the Year 1656.

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Since then, EUDOXUS, Fortune has declin'd
To grant these Favours to my longing Mind
Since then the Mufe delights in eafy Strain,
To fing the Bleffings which fhe can't obtain ;
What can you hope? Or what can she bestow
In humble Rhymes, like her Condition, low?

ME neither Heaps of golden Treasure move,
Nor the fweet Poifon of inchanting Love;
Unwilling and unskilful to sustain

The Cares of State, and Honour's glitt'ring Pain,
None but your felf can, like a Pilot, fteer
The Nation's Veffel, but with anxious Fear.
A thousand Troubles your Delights destroy,
And rob you of that Reft which Swains enjoy.

THE Dutch at last, as runs a feint Report,
Have juft concluded with the Spanish Court
A Peace fo oft refus'd; and now intrigue
To break with France their long-eftablish'd League,
Auftrians have brib'd the Boian to her Side,
And in that falfe ungrateful Duke confide;
Nor has their antient Faith the Germans ty’d.
Difpleafing News! nor has our Fleet been more
Crown'd with Succeffes, nigh the Tuscan Shore:
But by her quick Return, without Renown,
Has freed from a long Siege a paltry Town;
This galls your Heart, this does your Pleasures drown.
If a Chance-Ball a hopeful Youth destroy,

His Father's Comfort, and his Mother's Joy,

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