With what true Christian Stoicisme, You durst Owne
The slighted Miter, and abandon'd Crowne;
As Cato for the baffled Side declar'd,
Tho' all the Gods, the Conquering Cause preferr'd.
Next, I would have describ'd the Happy Place
Of Your soft minutes in a sweet Recess;
Where all things were in Your Possession,
All You need Wish, for You were all Your Owne[.
Here Emperours, & Kings, receiv'd at last
30The noblest Guerdon for their labours past: