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Prefented to the LORD KEEPER.
King William, printed in the year 1695. The Author's age 24.
To the Right Honourable
SIR JOHN SOMERS,
Lord Keeper of the Great Seal.
F yet your thoughts are loose from state affairs,
Nor feel the burthen of a kingdom's cares,
yet your time and actions are your own,
you the Hero of my verse reveals
Attend to what a leffer Muse indites,
Pardon her faults, and countenance her flights.
On you, my Lord, with anxious fear I wait,
If you, well pleas'd, shall smile upon my lays,
For next to what you write, is what you praise.
WHEN now the bufinefs of the field is o'er,
The trumpets fleep, and cannons cease to roar,
When ev'ry difmal echo is decay'd,
And all the thunder of the battle laid;
The trumpets, drums, and cannons drown'd her voice:
She faw the Boyn run thick with human gore,
And floating corps lie beating on the fhore;
She faw thee climb the banks, but try in vain
When through the thick embattel'd lines he broke,