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A66574 To His Excellence Richard Earle of Arran &c. Lord Deputy of Ireland, a poem Wilson, John, 1626-1696. 1682 (1682) Wing W2924; ESTC R220027 648 6

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TO HIS EXCELLENCE RICHARD Earle of ARRAN c. LORD DEPUTY of IRELAND A POEM Nec deficit alter Aureus simili frondescit virga metallo DVBLIN Printed at His Majesties Printing-House for Joseph Wild Bookseller in Castle-Street 1682. To His Excellence Richard Earl of Arran Lord Deputy of Ireland On the occasion of His Grace James Duke of Ormonde c. Lord Lieutenant of the same His father 's going for England And leaving the Government to him HEnce the nice Witts that are so squeamish grown Nothing will down with them but what 's their own It has been said yet tax'd I freeze and burn And the same instant both rejoyce and mourn And why I pray mayn't different notes agree Take away discords where 's the Harmony Both are met here We mourn one Sun gone East And joy Another rising in the West Such such as had the Antient Persian View'd the Parelia this double Sun Had made him stagger at the smart surprise Nor yet resolv'd divide his sacrifice 'T is now past twenty times since th' Ormonde stem First brancht it self in such a Princely Beam And may it yet encrease and multiply It's scatter'd rayes into a Galaxy Spread-Eagles joyn in body Lucifer And Vesper are the same alternate Star The Elements Castor and Pollux too Relieve each other and in that still new Nature had never made a second day Without a nights repose that short allay Stampt us another and that timely care Stept in and sav'd the Infant-World's despair And now 't is but a day from Sun to Sun The one takes up the other holds it on Seasons to Seasons give a fresh supply The year absolv'd comes the Epiphany Such Your most noble Father Sir's with you He closes one and you begin the new And be his Motions yours I 'll boldly say The Sun withdrew and yet We lost no day J. Wilson