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Pietas in patriam the life of His Excellency Sir William Phips, Knt. late Captain…
Pietas in patriam the life of His Excellency Sir William Phips, Knt. late Captain General and Governor in Chief of the province of the Massachuset-Bay, New England, containing the memorable changes undergone, and actions performed by him / written by one intimately acquainted with him.Pietas in patriam the life of His Excellency Sir William Phips, Knt. late Captain General and Governour in Chief of the province of the Massachuset-Bay, New England, containing the memorable changes undergone, and actions performed by him / written by one intimately acquainted with him.
London: printed by Sam. Bridge for Nath. Hiller, 1697
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Stout to a Prodigy; living in Pain To send back Quebec-Bullets once again. Thunder, his Music, sweeter than the Spheres, Chimed Roaring Canons, in his Martial Ears. Frigates of armed Men could not withstand, 'Twas tried, the Force of his one Swordless Hand: Hand, which in one, all of Briareus had, And Hercule's twelve Toils but Pleasures made.
Stout to a Prodigy; living in Pain To send back Quebeck-Bullets once again. Thunder, his Musick, sweeter than the Spheres, Chim'd Roaring Canons, in his Martial Ears. Frigats of armed Men could not withstand, 'Twas try'd, the Force of his one Swordless Hand: Hand, which in one, all of Briareus had, And Hercule's twelve Toyls but Pleasures made.
Too Humble; in brave Stature not so Tall, As low in Carriage, stooping unto all. Raised in Estate, in Figure, and Renown, Not Pride; Higher, and yet not Prouder grown. Of Pardons full; ne'er to Revenge at all, Was that which He would Satisfaction call.
Too Humble; in brave Stature not so Tall, As low in Carriage, stooping unto all. Rais'd in Estate, in Figure, and Renown, Not Pride; Higher, and yet not Prouder grown. Of Pardons full; ne'r to Revenge at all, Was that which He would Satisfaction call.
True to his Mate; from whom though often flown. A Stranger yet to every Love but one. Write Him not Childless, whose whole People were Sons, Orphans now, of His Paternal Care.