Classic Poem

Vertues triumphant Shrine! who do'st engage
At once three Kingdomes in a Pilgrimage;
Which in extatick duty strive to come
Out of themselves as well as from their home:
Whilst England grows one Camp, and London is
It self the Nation, not Metropolis;
And loyall Kent renews her Arts agen,
Fencing her wayes with moving groves of men;
Forgive this distant homage, which doth meet
Your blest approach on Sedentary feet:
And though my youth, not patient yet to bear
The weight of Armes, denies me to appear
In Steel before You, yet, Great Sir, approve
My manly wishes, and more vigorous love;
In whom a cold respect were treason to
A Fathers ashes, greater than to you;
Whose one ambition 'tis for to be known
By daring Loyalty Your WILMOT's Son.

[Impia blasphemi]

Impia blasphemi sileant convitia vulgi:
Absolvo medicos, innocuamque manum.
Curassent alios facili medicamine morbos:
Ulcera c u m veniunt, Ars nihil ipsa valet.
Vultu faemineo quaevis vel pustula vulnus
Lethale est; pulchras certior ense necat.
Mollia vel temeret si quando mitior ora,
Evadat forsan faemina, Diva nequat.
Cui par est animae Corpus, quae tota venustas,
Formae qui potis est haec superesse suae?