Il pastor fido The faithfull shepherd : a pastorall / written in Italian by Baptista Guarini, a Knight of Italie ; and now newly translated out of the originall.

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Il pastor fido The faithfull shepherd : a pastorall / written in Italian by Baptista Guarini, a Knight of Italie ; and now newly translated out of the originall.
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Guarini, Battista, 1538-1612.
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London :: Printed by R. Raworth,
1647.
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Presented TO HIS HIGHNESSE THE PRINCE OF WALES, At his going into the West, Ann. M.DC.XLV.

Together with CESAR'S COMMENTARIES.

Sir,

NOw that your Father, with the World's applause Imployes your early Valour in his Cause, Set Cesar's glorious Acts before your sight, And know the man that could so doe and write. View him in all his postures, see him mix Terrour with love, Morals with Politicks. That courage, which when fortune ebb'd did flow, Which never trampled on a prostrate Foe, Admire and emulate. Before hee fought, Observe how Peace by him was ever sought:

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How bloodlesse Victories best pleas'd him still, Grieving as oft as he was forc'd to kill. How most religiously he kept his word, And conquer'd more that way then by the sword. In whom was all wee in a King could crave, Except that Right which you shall one day have. Yet think (Sir) it imports you to make good With all his worth the title of your blood.
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