She made a Prince when e’er she made a Slave.
Again,
By wounding me, she learnt the fatal Art,
And the first Sigh she had, was from my Heart.
My Lord Hallifax’s Muse hath been very indulgent to Monosyllables, and no Son of Apollo will dare to dispute his Authority in this Matter. Speaking of the Death of King Charles the Second, and his Improvement of Navigation, and Shipping; he says,
To ev’ry Coast, with ready Sails are hurl’d,
Fill us with Wealth, and with our Fame the World.
Again,
Us from our Foes, and from our selves did shield.
Again,