The Annual miscellany, for the year 1694 being the fourth part of Miscellany poems : containing great variety of new translations and original copies / by the most eminent hands.

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The Annual miscellany, for the year 1694 being the fourth part of Miscellany poems : containing great variety of new translations and original copies / by the most eminent hands.
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London :: Printed by R.E. for Jacob Tonson ...,
1694.
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Classical poetry -- Translations into English.
English poetry -- Translations from classical literature.
English poetry -- 17th century.
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Page 152

To the Honourable Mrs. MOHUN. ON HER RECOVERY.

AS when the Queen of Love, ingag'd in War, Was rashly wounded with a Grecian's Spear. All Parties were concern'd to see her bleed, And he himself, did first repent the deed. He left th' inglorious Field, with grief and shame, Where his late Conquest, had destroy'd his Fame▪ So Sickness flies from you, with such a grief, Asham'd that ever she began the strife. Better than Venus, in the Fight you fare, For tho' more wounded, you're without a Scar.

Page 153

All Claim to you, th' Invader has resign'd, And left no marks of Hostile Rage behind. No signs, no tracks of Tyranny, remain, But exil'd Beauty, is restor'd again. Fix'd in a Realm, which was before her own, More firm than ever, she secures the Throne. Mildly, ah! mildly then, your Pow'r maintain, And take Example from Maria's Reign. Wide, may your Empire, under Hers, be seen, The fair Vicegerent of the fairest Queen. Thro' you, may all our Prayers to her, be heard, Our humble Verse, be all, by you preferr'd. No Blessing, can the Pious Suppliant want, Where she the Goddess is, and you the Saint.
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