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As if the spacious Navy lay adrift;Sayles swell'd, to make them comely more than swift:And then I spi'd (as cause of this command)Thy mighty Uncles Trident in thy hand;By which mysterious figure I did callThee chiefe, and universall Admirall!For well our northerne Monarch knowes; howereThe Sea is dully held, the proper spheareWherein that Trident swayes, yet, in his hand•t turnes strait to a Scepter when on land:And soone this wise assertion prov'd a truth;For when thy selfe, with thy advent'rous YouthWere disimbarqu'd; strait with one lib'rall minde,That long-lost, scatter'd-parcell of mankinde,Who from the first disorder'd throng did strayAnd then fix heere, now yeeld unto thy sway:On Olive trees, their Quivers empty hung,Their Arrowes were unplum'd, their Bowes unstrung:But some from farr, with jealous Opticks traceLines of thy Mothers beauty in thy face:By which, so much thou seem'st the God of love,That with tumultuous haste they strait remove,
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