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To the Worshipful ALEXANDER POPHAM, Esquire.
Anagr.
Read here an 'xample.
Vers.
Of all unconquer'd worth, Read, here, an 'xample,
Thy Name, and fame, sufficiently is ample.
Epigr.
TO thee, I come, brave Conquerour of fame,
Of valour, vertue, and Heroick Name,
And on this Stage, or new impressed stamp,
Or in this Glasse, where Englands Worthies Camp,
About brave Essex, and where each do shine,
I represent that Noble worth of thine:
By Birth in number with the best, and yet,
Thou rests not there, but addeth unto it,
By acts of honour in the highest kinde,
The parallels of Alexanders minde:
What passive patience hath importun'd thee?
Thy Edifices ruines witnesse be:
What vast estate, by tyranny destroid?
Which thy innumered Ancestors injoyd?
Yea what expences, hast thou pleast to spend?
Thy faith and freedome, truly to defend.
Nor didst thou, yet, here limit thy delight,
But all thy curious buildings didst thou quit,
With great estate; (the Grandor of that glory)
Seem'd, but to thee, like Esop in his story.
And Mounted, marcht in most Magnifick manner,
VVhen Mars threw out, his sacrifizing Banner;
Bedect with Emblems of pale death, and darts,
To dull the sences of submissive hearts.
Yet all was nothing, when they were combinde,
Nor could they conquer Alexanders minde.
W. M.