FOURTH GYPSY

YOur pardon Lady, here you stand, If some should judge you by your hand The greatest felon in the Land Detected: I cannot tell you by what Arts, But you have stolen so many hearts, As they would make you at all parts Suspected. Your very face first, such a one As being viewed it was alone, Too slippery to be looked upon; And threw men. But then your graces they were such, As none could ere behold too much; Both every taste, and every touch So drew men. Still blessed in all you think, or do, Two of your Sons are Gipsies too, You shall our Queen be, and see who Importunes The heart of either yours, or you; And does not wish both George, and Sue, And every Bairn beside, all new Good Fortune's. I find by this hand You have the command Of the very best men house i'the land: Our Captain, and we, Ere long will see If you keep a good table; Your Master's able. And here be bountiful lines that say You'll keep no partly of his bounty away. Thus written to Frank On your Venus bank; To prove a false steward you'll find much ado, Being a true one by blood, and by office too. HOw right he does confess him in his face, His brow, his eye, and every mark of State; As if he were the issue of each Grace, And boar about him both his fame, and fate. O more! that more of him were known. INdeed he's not Lord alone of all the State, But of the love of men, and of the Empires fate. The Muses Arts, the Schools commerce, our honours laws, And Virtues hang on him, as on their working cause. His Mistress, Mercy; His Ushers, Council, Truth, and Piety,