Richard Lovelace - To Dr. F. B[eale]; On His Book Of Chesse.

Richard Lovelace - To Dr. F. B[eale]; On His Book Of Chesse.

Sir, how unravell'd is the golden fleece: br Men, that could only fool at FOX AND GEESE, br Are new-made polititians by thy book, br And both can judge and conquer with a look. br The hidden fate of princes you unfold; br Court, clergy, commons, by your law control'd. br Strange, serious wantoning all that they br Bluster'd and clutter'd for, you PLAY.


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