VERSES Spoken to the KING, QVEEN, and DUCHESS of YORK in St JOHN'S Library in Oxford.   


Spoken to the KING and QUEEN in St John's Library.  
Bird's have found Language, Elephants a Knee  
To Compliment the approach of Majesty:  
None so much statue but (like Memnon's) plays  
Anthems to welcome such illustrious rays.  
Your presence, Madam, here doth parallel  
Our Baptists desert to a Boscobel.  
Our Mother glories that your smiles upon her  
Create her Virgin Muses maids of Honour.  
Your station 'twixt these Globes doth prompt our pen  
To fancy Princes placed 'twixt Gods and men;  
Here men, there Angels ply their different Spheres,  
Our house of Commons, and your House of Peers.  
May your last progress here reach Nestor's Sum,  
Till the Supreme Star-Chamber call you home:  
Whilst Angels propagate, and you display  
A little CHARLES his Wain, and Milky Way:  
These Asterisms are only wanting yet  
To make White. Hall a Heaven, and Heaven complete.  
Perfection, Madam, from yourself must grow:  
Kings are Immortal, but Queens make them so.    

To her Highness the DUCHESS of YORK in the same place.  
IF Duty without Compliment may stand,  
And they who can but kneel, may kiss your Hand:  
If Muse's Country Girls their skill may try,  
Though't spoil an Honour to a Courtesy:  
we'd rally all our forces to express  
Your Noblest Welcome in a plain address:  
Mars we'd assign your Guard, but that we are  
Assured, your DUKES a greater God of War:  
The Graces to attend you we'd call forth,  
But that theyare all ingross'd in your own worth;  
And Venus with her Cupid too should come,  
But that you have a sweeter Prince at home:  
Thus Poets Dream, and Muse's fancy less  
Than what Fates judge you worthy to possess:  
Our Pegasus with duty winged we show,  
Others may higher fly, none stoop so low.  
The END.