Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
To my Friend Mr. S. L. ON HIS Receiving the Name of Little Tom King.
FEar not, dear Friend, the less'ning of thy Fame,
Because here's Little fix'd upon thy Name;
Thy matchless Worth, alas, is too well known,
To suffer damage by detraction.
Nor can the Splendour of thy glorious Rays
Gain Augmentation by our worthless praise;
But as the faithfull Diamonds luster's shown,
Whether set on Foils, or in the Fire thrown;
So art thou Little King, whose Worth cross Fate,
By no Vicissitude can vitiate:
So sweet thy Humour, so genteel thy Mien;
So wise thy Actions, all thy Thoughts serene;
That Envies self, who do's all praise regret,
Must own in thee Virtue and Wisdom's met;
For were't thou really such as is thy Name,
I'm sure thy Wisdom wou'd adorn the same;
And to the silly World it shou'd be shown,
That Virtue cou'd add Splendour to a Throne.