"Now, now it shoots, / It tow'rs upon the Wing to Crowns and Empire; / While Love and Aribert, those meaner Names, / Are left far, far behind, and lost for ever. / So if by chance the Eagle's noble Off-spring, / Ta'en in the Nest, becomes some Peasant's Prize, / Compell'd a while he bears his Cage and Chains, / And like a Pris'ner with the Clown remains; / But when his Plumes shoot forth, and Pinions swell, / He quits the Rustick, and his homely Cell, / Breaks from his Bonds, and in the face of Day, / Full in the Sun's bright Beams he soars away; / Delights thro' Heav'n's wide pathless Ways to go, / Plays with Joue's Shafts, and grasps his dreadful Bow, / Dwells with immortal Gods, and scorns the World below."
The Royal Convert. A Tragedy.
First performed November 25, 1707. Thirty-three entries in ESTC (1708, 1714, 1719, 1720, 1725, 1726, 1728, 1733, 1736, 1757, 1764, 1765, 1768, 1774, 1776, 1779, 1780, 1782, 1791, 1794, 1795).<br>
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