NOw is the time the Monarch of the Sky
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Begins to drive our Dusky Shads, away;
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And turns his Flaming Steeds to our Northern Cleim
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And by his Light and Heat reviv's the Same.
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This is the time when this Illustrious Pair
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Auspiciouslie by Hymen joined are
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He of a Noble Pedegree is come,
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And he himself and's Race adorn the Same;
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He is a Goodlie Personage and's mind
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Embelish'd with choice qualities we find
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His Race is matched with great Families,
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Whose Merits raise them to the highest Skyes;
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Her Father had High Posts, and Titles too,
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Yet such as were and his worth below?
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And she's a Nymph whom Venus fair doth Grace
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With all the Honours of a Beautious Face,
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The separat Graces in the Nymphs combine
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In her, to render her almost Divine.
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Good GOD! What wond'rous Pleasures will ensue,
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From the Conjunction of these Matchless Two:
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What Cropt may we expect from hence, when he
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According to his Name MOUNT-GAME-MERRIE,
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And to the Season shall both Teill and Sow,
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LORD! what choice Flowers will in this GARDEN grow?
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Like ALEXANDER if he mount this Sphere,
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And prove like him a Mighty Wariour here.
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Sometimes the WEST and NORTH, we joyn'd may see.
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In Principles, as now in Blood they be.
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