To whom the king. “With justice hast thou demonstrated A prince’s faults, And that i with rationale own. That joyful man, whom Jove however honours most, Is much more than armies, and himself a number. Bless’d in his like, this wondrous hero stands; Heaven fights his war, and humbles all our bands. Fain would my coronary heart, which err’d

Thy infant breast a like passion clearly show’d; However in my arms (an ever-satisfying load) Or at my knee, by Phoenix wouldst thou stand; No food was grateful but from Phoenix’ hand.[210] I move my watchings o’er thy helpless years, The tender labours, the compliant cares, The gods (I believed) reversed their challenging decree, And Phoenix