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RANDLE HOLMES. ANAGRAM. Lo Mens Herald.
THis Title Herald which doth thee adorn,
Was given thee soon after thou was born.
The Priest e'en at the Font sure could divine,
When he bestow'd on thee that name of thine:
He then foretold thy Calling and thy Fame,
And therefore he Wove Herald in thy Name.
Now his Prediction thou hast fulfill'd,
In Heraldry there none is better skill'd.
Thou'st drawn a Patern, that may others teach,
What they may aim at but yet never reach:
The best may see portray'd before their Eyes,
A multitude of most rare Novelties;
Which for a long time in abstruse did lurk,
But now appears in thy Laborious Work.
A Work needless of praise, to set it forth,
It self sufficient is to tell its worth.
The World's Indebted for thy great Expence,
Thou well deserves an ample recompence.
Thou hast out vi'd all those, writ thee before,
Succeeding Ages will thy Works adore.
I say but this, least I be said to flatter,
Thou art of all the best, Caduceator.
'Twixt Mercury and thee, there's but this odds,
Thou art Mens Herald, and he was the Gods.
By him who Eighty four years hath out worn,
Unfit for Rime, but more fit for his Urne.
Richard Blackbourne, Gest.