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A67197
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Epistles to the King and Duke
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Wycherley, William, 1640-1716.
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but outside brow Thick Sculs frought with but out-side confidence Have seldom need of inside bashful sense They speak as eat but from their lib'ral Prince Honey of Courts makes there such dronish swarms Mens impudence is wealth there Womens charms But now to modesty I 've lost pretence Daring Sir at your praise is impudence Sawcy Address to Majesty Offence But you the highest humblest of your Court Have pardon'd Millions of this ins'lent sort No modest Writer but with Pen in 's hand Thinks he has priviledge to mak's Prince stand Poems are but Petitions too in Verse Which Authors sufferings and wants reherse Large Portions they of Fame to Princes give That you in Verse and they may by it live Like sensless Courtiers with mean flattery Think so Kings grace they do not beg but buy Bold wretches to your Memory still sue For promises you gave to them ne're due And beg to be remembred still by you A Princess easy'st boon forgetfulness I only beg for which too none else press Such grant too without asking Princes give By your forgetting I new way shou'd thrive To be forgotten Sir were grace to me The only ruin'd by your Memory Worst crime is still rejecting Heavens grace Worst punishment is not to see Gods Face None wretched are who can come where you are Wretch is damn'd here who must that joy forbear You are but terrible abroad to Foes Your loaded Forehead here no terrour shows You do not rule your Subjects with your brows With no proud threats your Neighbours e're alarme Nor seek vain stile to do your Subjects harm Conqu'ring abroad brings desolation home Old Subjects are enslav'd new to o'recome Like Torrents Kings o'rethrow own banks to roam But your smooth stream seeks not to overthrow Her own Banks that to strange Coasts it may go Your streams of power on own Banks ne'er intrude Yet yours Gods overflowing hands similitude You like your Thames Sir keep a temp'rate Course The Shore you glide by 's fatten'd not the worse Your even Stream seeks but to keep its own From choaking Sands which wou'd its current drown But not to undermine its wealthy Coast O'reflowing streams by their own Banks are lost The more abroad the stream of pow'r o'reflows Drier and narrower at home it grows Dividing do's oft name and current lose Branching of Pow'r dreins but the first Spring-head Foraign o'reflowing makes home dry and dead Making a War is making Victors less And getting power but at their wealths decrease Let other vain Kings their Wild gaddings boast What treasures they of men for blows have lost The cheapest Victories too dearly cost 'T is sensless glory got by growing poor Making new Subjects by the loss of more Kings when they kill are Men Gods when they give Not Deaths or Rapin bounty makes Kings live Fierceness but makes men fly Gold makes Men kneel 'T is plyant Gold that Conquers not hard steel More pow'r Man has the less 't is to be us'd Using pow'r ill God whence it came's abus'd Subject's a Rascal whose unequal pow'r In Duel-war has made him Conquerour Who with the longest Sword chooses to fight Nor cause nor heart 't is to be fear'd has right 'T is infamous by meer strength to o'recome Becoming not a King but wrestling Groom Kings who exceed Commission to 'em giv'n Are themselves Traitours to the Prince of Heav'n And who do's not to execute Heav'ns will In sparing Traitours Blood his own do's spill God great Example to Vicegerents gave When he threw down the first Rebellious slave The Rebels punishments good Subjects save And Justice done reprieves near dying Laws Half ty'd up choak'd by the new good old Cause But Death's the only slow reward you give With Heavenly patience you for Stiff-necks grieve Whilst Hypocrites to you use self deceit Who wou'd cheat a wise God good King himself do's cheat Traitours to you stabs to own Conscience give Ill Life 's worst punishment's to let it live The envious you execute by their reprieve Who for the good you do tho 't were to them wou'd grieve To pardon them will hardly give you leave And guilty Conscience is worst Hangman too Severest Justice to it self will do And Subjects are Self-Felons i th' true Sence Who wou'd destroy a Just and Pard'ning Prince The Life of free-born Man is Liberty And Life of Liberty is Monarchy If we best first Man's service thraldom call What must it be to serve then always all The Government o' th' Skies ours imitates Rul'd by one single pow'r and yet three States O might our imitation throughly run Your Godlike Reign Eternally last on Excepting perpetuity alone Our sparing King lives here a Deity Of whom nothing but 's wrath can ever dye 'T is but your Justice do's ill Men incense You for Rebellion leave Slaves no pretence Are Good Great Merciful ev'n to Offence Kings but condemn the Just when they the guilty save Suffering Tyrant Slaves they their own Crowns enslave And Subjects mutiny is madness rage When each for th' publick 'gainst themselves engage For fear of one King set up Hundreds more Who have but pow'r too but to make 'em poor Yet now are saving on unthrifty score So treacherous Trustees take only care To spare the Tenants but to rack the Heir To force releases keep him low and bare But since your Slaves for you too high wou'd grow At their own perils let it e'en be so In spight heap Titles on 'em more and more That since Purse proud they may be honour poor That heaviest Tax of honour none deny A Tax with which all Fools most Knaves comply A Tax to beggar their Posterity So Pyramids more high they grow grow less Their heighth is but their substances decrease FINIS Errata in the Poem to the King Page the 1. Line 8. for Defaming Profaning p. 7. l. 15. for passs'd by by all pass'd by p. 8. l. 11. for World to World too p. 14. l. 10. for honour to honour too Errata in the Dukes Page 5. Line 9. for brake break p. 8. l. 9. for our is ours is p. 11. l. 8 for your fate your fates p. 15. l. 8. for praises praise p. 22. l. 2. for help to help me to p. 24. l. 17. for conj'ring conqu'ring p. 26. l. 6. for Jock-friends Foe-friends p. 29. l. 9. for but in but here TO THE DUKE Written in his Absence occasion'd from the sight of some Defamatory Libels on Him THe Brave and Just life to himself does give Ready'st to dye is fittest still to live Nor Virtues nor the Crimes of Ancestors Can truly magnify or lessen Ours Why should Syres Mothers Sisters or Wives Sin Be a Reproach to him that 's next of Kin Man may to Stock or Blood Related be From Friends ill Fame Ignoble Vice yet free Virtue is still the best Nobility Justice and Truth most lasting Heraldry Let Jockeys Huntsmen of long Stocks take heed Value a Horse or Dogg but for their Breed