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Hail native Language that by sinews weak	A
Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak	A
And mad'st imperfect words with childish tripps	B
Half unpronounc't slide through my infant lipps	B
Driving dum silence from the portal dore	C
Where he had mutely sate two years before	C
Here I salute thee and thy pardon ask	D
That now I use thee in my latter task	D
Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee	E
I know my tongue but little Grace can do thee	E
Thou needst not be ambitious to be first	F
Believe me I have thither packt the worst	F
And if it happen as I did forecast	G
The daintest dishes shall be serv'd up last	G
I pray thee then deny me not thy aide	H
For this same small neglect that I have made	H
But haste thee strait to do me once a Pleasure	I
And from thy wardrope bring thy chiefest treasure	I
Not those new fangled toys and triming slight	J
Which takes our late fantasticks with delight	J
But cull those richest Robes and gay'st attire	I
Which deepest Spirits and choicest Wits desire	I
I have some naked thoughts that rove about	K
And loudly knock to have their passage out	K
And wearie of their place do only stay	L
Till thou hast deck't them in thy best aray	I
That so they may without suspect or fears	B
Fly swiftly to this fair Assembly's ears	B
Yet I had rather if I were to chuse	B
Thy service in some graver subject use	B
Such as may make thee search thy coffers round	M
Before thou cloath my fancy in fit sound	M
Such where the deep transported mind may scare	I
Above the wheeling poles and at Heav'ns dore	I
Look in and see each blissful Deitie	M
How he before the thunderous throne doth lie	N
Listening to what unshorn Apollo sings	B
To th'touch of golden wires while Hebe brings	B
Immortal Nectar to her Kingly Sire	I
Then passing through the Spherse of watchful fire	I
And mistie Regions of wide air next under	I
And hills of Snow and lofts of piled Thunder	I
May tell at length how green ey'd Neptune raves	B
In Heav'ns defiance mustering all his waves	B
Then sing of secret things that came to pass	B
When Beldam Nature in her cradle was	B
And last of Kings and Queens and Hero's old	M
Such as the wise Demodocus once told	M
In solemn Songs at King Alcinous feast	M
While sad Ulisses soul and all the rest	M
Are held with his melodious harmonie	E
In willing chains and sweet captivitie	M
But fie my wandring Muse how thou dost stray	I
Expectance calls thee now another way	I
Thou know'st it must he now thy only bent	M
To keep in compass of thy Predicament	M
Then quick about thy purpos'd business come	O
That to the next I may resign my Roome	P
	-
Then Ens is represented as Father of the Predicaments his ten	Q
Sons whereof the Eldest stood for Substance with his Canons	B
which Ens thus speaking explains	B
	-
Good luck befriend thee Son for at thy birth	R
The Faiery Ladies daunc't upon the hearth	S
Thy drowsie Nurse hath sworn she did them spie	E
Come tripping to the Room where thou didst lie	N
And sweetly singing round about thy Bed	M
Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping Head	M
She heard them give thee this that thou should'st still	T
From eyes of mortals walk invisible	U
Yet there is something that doth force my fear	I
For once it was my dismal hap to hear	I
A Sybil old bow bent with crooked age	V
That far events full wisely could presage	W
And in Times long and dark Prospective Glass	B
Fore saw what future dayes should bring to pass	B
Your Son said she nor can you it prevent	M
Shall subject be to many an Accident	M
O're all his Brethren he shall Reign as King	X
Yet every one shall make him underling	X
And those that cannot live from him asunder	I
Ungratefully shall strive to keep him under	I
In worth and excellence he shall out go them	Y
Yet being above them he shall be below them	Y
From others he shall stand in need of nothing	X
Yet on his Brothers shall depend for Cloathing	X
To find a Foe it shall not be his hap	Z
And peace shall lull him in her flowry lap	Z
Yet shall he live in strife and at his dore	I
Devouring war shall never cease to roare	I
Yea it shall be his natural property	E
To harbour those that are at enmity	E
What power what force what mighty spell if not	M
Your learned hands can loose this Gordian knot	M
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The next Quantity and Quality spake in Prose then Relation	A2
was call'd by his Name	B2
	-
Rivers arise whether thou be the Son	A2
Of utmost Tweed or Oose or gulphie Dun	A2
Or Trent who like some earth born Giant spreads	B
His thirty Armes along the indented Meads	B
Or sullen Mole that runneth underneath	C2
Or Severn swift guilty of Maidens death	D2
Or Rockie Avon or of Sedgie Lee	E
Or Coaly Tine or antient hallowed Dee	E
Or Humber loud that keeps the Scythians Name	B2
Or Medway smooth or Royal Towred Thame	B2

John Milton

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