On my Friend Mr. JOHN GAMBLE
His excellent Composition of the Songs and Dialogues of THOMAS STANLEY, Esq
Man
is Compos'd of Harmonie, each Sense
Moves by a Sphericall Intelligence;
Such as have small Skill in Articulate Notes,
Yet, as their Ears do like, can give their Votes;
And by that Judgement I am led (my Friend)
On thy Just Merits some few Lines to spend:
Here, thou hast play'd the Cunning Chymist, fixt
Mercurial-Notes to Words, so aptly mixt,
So wedded to each Accent, Sense, and Feet;
They like two Bodies in one Center meet:
The Elements of Fire and Air here kiss,
Without Confusion, by Hypothesis,
Unto the Muses Lamp thou addest Oyle,
By thy Elaborate-Skill, Ingenious Toyl:
Plato by Numbers Mounted Heaven, and Wee
Have no less Ladder thus Inspir'd by Thee;
Wee that have Souls! no undigested Stuff,
Like th'Dunghill-Cock that Struts after Sr --- Buff;
Let such imbrace their Chaos, with it sink,
Discord to them's as good as Meat and Drink;
While Wee Three Regions 'bove Them sit, and Praise
Thy Concord in these Snarling-Dogged-daies.
Jo. Tatham.
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