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Madagascar.
A Poem written to
Prince Rupert.
A Poem written to
Prince Rupert.
My Soule, this Winter, hath beene twice about
To shift her narrow Mansion, and looke out;
To aire her yet unpractis'd wings, and trie
Where Soules are entertain'd when Bodyes die:
For this intended journey was to cleere
Some subtle humane doubts, that vex her here,
And for no other cause; how ere the Court
Beleeve (whose cruell wits turne all to sport)
'Twas not to better my philosophie
That I would mount, and travell through the Skie,
As if I went, on Natures embassie;
Whose Legate there, Religion termes a Spie.
To shift her narrow Mansion, and looke out;
To aire her yet unpractis'd wings, and trie
Where Soules are entertain'd when Bodyes die:
For this intended journey was to cleere
Some subtle humane doubts, that vex her here,
And for no other cause; how ere the Court
Beleeve (whose cruell wits turne all to sport)
'Twas not to better my philosophie
That I would mount, and travell through the Skie,
As if I went, on Natures embassie;
Whose Legate there, Religion termes a Spie.
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