Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
To my Honourable Unkle Colonel C— after his Return into the Low-Countries.
DEar Sir, the joys which range through all your Troops,
Express'd by Caps thrown up, and English Whoops,
Were the old marks of Conquest, which they knew
They should obtain, when they obtained you;
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To all their Valours, and to all their brave
Atchievements, by which your honour'd Name
Shall be Eternaliz'd in th' Book of Fame:
Though we partakers of your Glories are,
And of your Ioys by sympathy do share;
Yet Absence makes the pleasure but in part,
And for your safety, Fear our joys do's thwart:
Fear, which by you's the worst of Sins esteem'd,
At best is a Mechanick Passion deem'd;
Yet when your danger she presents to us,
She's then both good and meritorious.
Think then how we're excited by this Fear,
To mourn your Absence, though your Worth revere:
Besides, methinks 'tis pity that you shou'd,
For sordid Boors, exhaust your Noble Blood.
Think then, dear Sir, of making your return,
And let your Presence Britain's Isle adorn.