William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
Verses, Imitated from the French of Mons. Maynard to Cardinal RichelieuGeorge Stepney (16631707)
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My muse was reckon’d wondrous pretty;
The sports and smiles did round her fly,
Enamoured with her smart concetti.
She strings her harp, whilst freezing age
But feebly runs through every vein,
And chill’d my brisk poetic rage.
To wine and women, dead in law;
And soon from fate I shall receive
A summons to the shades to go.
To hear of famed Ramillia’s fight,
Whilst the vext Bourbons through the gloom
Retire to the utmost realms of night.
With pensions every muse inspire;
Who Marlborough’s conquests did pursue,
And to his trumpets tuned the lyre.
Well, Sir, what place had you, I pray?
How like a coxcomb should I stand!
What would your Lordship have me say?