21 lines
853 B
Plaintext
21 lines
853 B
Plaintext
1645
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TO SR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER
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by John Milton
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Vane, young in yeares, but in sage counsell old,
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Then whome a better Senatour nere held
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The helme of Rome, when gownes not armes repelld
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The feirce Epeirot & the African bold,
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Whether to settle peace, or to unfold
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The drift of hollow states, hard to be spelld,
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Then to advise how warr may best, upheld,
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Move by her two maine nerves, Iron & Gold
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In all her equipage; besides to know
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Both spirituall powre & civill, what each meanes
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What which each thou hast learnt, which few have don.
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The bounds of either sword to thee wee ow.
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Therfore on thy firme hand religion leanes
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In peace, & reck'ns thee her eldest son.
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THE END
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