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Ad serenissimam Annam

(108) Ad serenissimam Annam

                  Au Sere am

              ANNAM,

      D. G. Mag. Brit. &c. Reginam, ad
             Thermas iter facientem.

AD Thermas graditur Victrix Regina Calentes :
      Plaudentis Populi Clamor ubiq; volat.
Vox Populi ingeminat
[ vivat Regina ſerena,
      Seraq; longinquâ ſurgat in Aſtra viâ.
]
Omnes Campanæ reſonant de Turribus altis :

   Sternitur aſtivis ſemita quæq; Roſis.
Omnia nunc rident
: Tantum neglecta Minerva,
   (Vatibus, ah ! ſors hæe) triſtis inopſq; dolet.

         Ad REGINAM Thermas inter
               Heroadas Celebrantem.

NUminibus ſacros Latices cecinêre Poetæ :
      Quis Calidos Fontes Numen habere neget
?
Dorida conſpicias illic & Naiadas omnes :
      Ad Fontes ve iunt Juno Venuſq; ſuos.
Tres vidiſſe ſimul Nemoroſis Montibus Idæ
   Fertur Priarnides Arbiter Ille Deas.
Ipſe mihi videor Centum ſpectare
Dianas :
   Luminibus,
(ſuperi !) qualia viſa meis ?
Non Paridi invideo tria Numina Monte videnti :
   Occurrunt Oculis Numina mille meis.

         Ad Reginam,Carmen Votivum.

PAX, Regina, Tibi: Vel ſi fera bella moventur,
      Hoſtibus à Victis multa Trophæa ſeras.
Sit tua Reginæ par Gloria Virginis ,& ſis
      Inter Magnanimos
Pentheſilea Duces.
Juſtitia & Pietas & Virtus ftoreat omnis,
   In ſolio dum Tu Sceptra Paterna geris.

      Ad Juvenes & Puellas Cornubienſes.

Milonem referunt Juvenes Hel amq; Puellæ :
   Viribus hi, Nymphæ nempe Decore valent.

                                                J. Perkins.

                  QUEEN'S

            Moſt Excellent MAJESTY,

               Referring to the BATH.

TO Bath the Queen a Golden Charriot draws
Thick Crowds of People ſhont with loud Ap-
                                                      [plauſe.

God ſave our Gracious Queen, and may ſhe riſe
By a late Journey to the Starry Skies.]
Bells from their lofty Pyramids reſound,
And ey'ry Street's with fragrant Roſes crown'd.
All things rejoyce : Only Minerva fits
Poor and Neglected. ('Tis the Fate of Wits.)

      To the QUEEN, and the Ladies at the
                  Bath, laſt Summer.

OF Conſecrated Wells the Poet ſings :
And Deities frequent theft warmer Springs.
Here Doris and the Naiades appear :
Juno and Venus, Love and State are here.
Three Goddeſſes, they lay, at once were ſpy'd,
By Paris, Beauty's Judge, on ſhady Ide.
Methinks I fee an hundred Deities :
O Heavens ! What Luſtre dazles now mine Eyes ?
Paris I envy not, who ſaw but three :
A Thouſand Goddeſſes I daily fee.

       To the QUEEN,the Votive Addreſs.

PEace to the Queen : If Bloody Wars ariſe,
May you be Crown'd with frequent Victories.
And emulate the Virgin Queen's Renown,
'Mongſt brave Commanders like an Amazone.
May Juſtice, Piety and Grace increaſe,
Whilſt you your Father's Diadems poſſeſs.

         To the Corniſh Boys and Girls.

HEre Men like Milo, Maids like Helen bright :
In Beauty theſe, and thoſe excel in Might.

                                          J. Perkins.

EXETER: Printed by Sam. Farley, over against the New-Inn in the Foreſtreet 1704

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