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 WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT

Fool that I am 1 I do recall

My words, and swear thou'rt like them all,

Thou seem'st like stars to nourish fire,

But O how cold is thy desire!

And like the hand upon the brass

Thou point'bt at me

In mockery,

If I come nigh

Shade-like thou'lt fly, And as the stream with murmur pass.

On the Queen's Return jrom the Low Countries

HALLOW the threshold, crown the posts anew' The day shall have its due. Twist all our victories into one bright wreath,

On which let honour breathe, Then throw it round the temples of our Queen' J Tis bhe that must preserve those glories green.

When greater tempests than on sea before

Received her on the shore; When she was shot at 'for the King's own good'

By legions hired to blood; How bravely did she do, how bravely bear' And show'd, though they durst rage, she durst not fear.

Courage was cast about her like a dress

Of solemn comeliness: A gathered mind and an untroubled face

Did give her dangers grace: Thus, arm'd with innocence, secure they move Whose highest 'treason* is but highest love.

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