For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
Since then my office hath so far prevail'd
That face to face and royal eye to eye
You have congreeted, let it not disgrace me
If I demand, before this royal view,
What rub or what impediment there is
Why that the naked, poor, and mangled Peace,
Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births,
Should not in this best garden of the world,
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?
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