XXII.
Who is that King, but He Who calls 't His crown, to be call'd thine, That thus can boast to be Waited on by a wandring mine, 130 A voluntary mint, that strowes Warm, syluer showres wher're He goes?
Who is that King, but He Who calls 't His crown, to be call'd thine, That thus can boast to be Waited on by a wandring mine, 130 A voluntary mint, that strowes Warm, syluer showres wher're He goes?