Pros Karolon ton Basilea

To King Charles

O ill-fated mother of the best of offspring, Five, O ill-omened number, O hateful five, five, gates of Hades.
O great reproach of the English, O hateful to the gods! But thou, O Charles, didst wipe out this disgrace. Helping Ilithyia has granted a fifth birth, and five children name they pentathlon.
If you wish to be honoured in the books of later generations, you have in these five divinely born children Your Pentateuch. Or because you love the masters of divinely inspired song, you make here the fifth harmony, Father.

Andrew Marvell, Trinity College
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