Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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Love makes the best Poets.
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Love makes the best Poets.
An Idyllium of BION.
Darts, Torch, or Bow, the Muses do not fear,
They love and follow Cupid ev'ry where,
And him whose Breast His Arrows cannot reach,
They all avoid, refusing him to teach.
They love and follow Cupid ev'ry where,
And him whose Breast His Arrows cannot reach,
They all avoid, refusing him to teach.
But if Love's Fire begin to warm a Heart,
They straight inspire it with their Sacred Art;
Let none with subtil Logick this deny,
For I too well the Truth can testify.
They straight inspire it with their Sacred Art;
Let none with subtil Logick this deny,
For I too well the Truth can testify.
If Men, or Gods I strive to celebrate,
My Musick's Discord, and my Verse is flat:
For Love, or Lycis, when my Vein I show,
My Viol's tun'd, and sweetest Numbers flow.
My Musick's Discord, and my Verse is flat:
For Love, or Lycis, when my Vein I show,
My Viol's tun'd, and sweetest Numbers flow.
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