Tho envys sneer would fain bereave

Tho envys sneer woud fain bereave
The bard of wreaths he lives to weave
Tho vanity acustomd clouds
Throws oer his sun its mottly shrouds
Which hopes & joys not without pain
Did picture of so fair a reign
Cheer up for theres a time as yet
That shall such flimsy things forget
When dross shall cease their gold to rust
& envys venom all is dust
Then shall the poor bards memory be
An undisturbd Eternity.
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