A ·POEM то HIS MAJESTY. PRESENTED TO THE LORD KEEPER. King William. Printed in the year 1695. The author's age 24. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE SIR JOHN SOMERS, LORD KEEPER OF THE GREAT SEAL. Ir yet your thoughts are loose from state affairs, F Nor feel the burden of a kingdom's cares, To you, my Lord, these daring thoughts belong, His great designs, to you in council tells On you, my Lord, with anxious fear I wait, Who, free from vulgar passions, are above If you, well-pleas'd, shall smile upon my lays, For next to what you write, is what you praise. KING. WHEN now the business of the field is o'er, And all the thunder of the battle laid; Others, in bold prophetic numbers skill'd, The trumpets, drums, and cannons drown'd her voice: A thousand years in full succession ran, |