Elizabeth by peace, by war, for majesty, for mild,
Enrich'd, fear'd, honour'd, lov'd, but (loe) unreconcil'd,
The Muses check my saucy Pen, for enterprising her,
In duly praising whom, themselves, even Arts themselves might err.
Phoebus I am, not Phaeton, presumptuously to ask
What, shouldst thou give, I could not guide; give not me thy task,
For, as thou art Apollo too, our mighty subjects threats
A non plus to thy double power:
Vel volo, vel nollem.
I might add several more of his Verses, to shew the worth of his Pen, but the Book being indifferent common, having received several Impressions, I shall refer the Reader, for his further satisfaction, to the Book itself.