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The Isle of MAN.
FRom England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland,
By equal Leagues divided there doth stand
An Isle in circuit not so great as fame,
To elder times known by Eubonia's name.
The Soil is not luxuriant nor ingrate,
Being neither Natures fondness nor her hate:
The Sugar canes, the Vine and Fig-tree there
No Natives are, nor strangers; but what e're
To sport mans nicer appetite is scant,
Comes there the price of what he cannot want;
Few ages since he that chief Rule did hold,
Was thence a King: the same power, but less bold,
In Title, whilst twelve Monarchs raign'd,
Hath in the Noble Stanlies blood remain'd.
But under none hath it enjoy'd a bliss
More eminent then it does under this,
Whose prudent care preserves it from the stain
Of foul Rebellion 'gainst its Soveraign.
And as in Swounings, life, when it is gone
From all parts else, stayes in the heart alone: