Sonnet, with the Life of Henry IV. of France by Perefixe Archbishop of Paris
C OUTRA 's fam'd plain, and Ivry's glorious field,
With crimson vict'ry crown'd great Henry's name:
The direful league, the haughty Spaniard yield
To him, the foremost on the roll of fame.
His were the softer virtues of the mind,
Love milder than the morning's purple eye,
A wide benevolence for all mankind,
A warm affection to each social tie.
Thy fav'rite prince pourtray'd by crosier'd hand,
To thee, Clorinda, holds the storied page;
Thy Henry's deeds illumine ev'ry land,
And gild with cloudless splendour ev'ry age.
Thy hero's lilies twin'd with laurels bloom;
Thy praise the rose, which gives his wreath perfume.
With crimson vict'ry crown'd great Henry's name:
The direful league, the haughty Spaniard yield
To him, the foremost on the roll of fame.
His were the softer virtues of the mind,
Love milder than the morning's purple eye,
A wide benevolence for all mankind,
A warm affection to each social tie.
Thy fav'rite prince pourtray'd by crosier'd hand,
To thee, Clorinda, holds the storied page;
Thy Henry's deeds illumine ev'ry land,
And gild with cloudless splendour ev'ry age.
Thy hero's lilies twin'd with laurels bloom;
Thy praise the rose, which gives his wreath perfume.
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