Empery

Let’s cheere our ſouldiers to incounter him, That grieuous image of ingratitude: That fiery thirſter after Soueraigntie: And burne him in the fury of that flame, That none can quench but blood and Empery.

Secondly, the Largeneſs of his Empery, and the firſt Conquest of Ireland, long before the Reign of K. Hen. the Second.

My Myne of precious stones: My Emperie, / How blest am I in this discovering thee!

It is morning there / O where our Indian emperies lie revealed, / Yet lost, all, let this keel one instant yield!

Because he filched away Thine own bright flower, the glory of plastic fire, And gifted mortals with it, — such a sin It doth behoove he expiate to the gods, Learning to accept the empery of Zeus, And leave off his old trick of loving man.