Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate.

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Title: Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate.
Publication: London :: Printed for J. Hindmarsh ...,; 1685.
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Subject terms: English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
Cite this Item: "Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A63107.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 7, 2024.

NOw, I can scorn the splendor of a Crown,
And laugh at the dull pomp of vain Re∣nown;
The toil of Arms and the litigious Gown.

How hateful the rude acclamations are!
The vile, unjust, unlearn'd unpeaceful Bar;
The noise of Triumph, and stern din of War.

How worthless are the sands of Tagus Shore,
The richest orient Pearls, and all the store
Of glittering Pebbles, or Barbaric Ore.

This costly Jewel higher value yield•…•…:
A surer basis of bright glory builds,
Than proudest gaudy Courts, or Martial Fields.

No greater blessing could to Mortal fall:
I now methinks am Caesar, Croesus; all
That we can happy, or delightful call.

Had the great Conqu'ror reach'd the British Shore,
And his Victorious Arms had triumph'd o'er
This World of Bliss;—he ne'er had wept for more.

Bless'd far beyond the state of busie crowds,
My lofty head, like towring Atlas shrouds
Its airy top, amidst aspiring Clouds.

Oh maist thou ever thus supported be,
While thus my humble, suppliant, bending knee
Bears up the Universal Globe, in thee.