Epigram. To Thomas Lord Ellsmere, the Last Term He Sat Chancellor, An
Epigram, An. To Thomas Lo[rd] Ellesmere, the Last Term He Sat Chancellor
(FOR A POOR MAN)
So justest lord, may all your judgements be
Laws; and no change e'er come to one decree:
So, may the king proclaim your conscience is
Law, to his law; and think your enemies his:
So, from all sickness, may you rise to health,
The care, and wish still of the public wealth:
So may the gentler muses, and good fame
Still fly about the odour of your name;
As with the safety, and honour of the laws,
You favour truth, and me, in this man's cause.
(FOR A POOR MAN)
So justest lord, may all your judgements be
Laws; and no change e'er come to one decree:
So, may the king proclaim your conscience is
Law, to his law; and think your enemies his:
So, from all sickness, may you rise to health,
The care, and wish still of the public wealth:
So may the gentler muses, and good fame
Still fly about the odour of your name;
As with the safety, and honour of the laws,
You favour truth, and me, in this man's cause.
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