The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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ODE XXXII.
[Are onlie Poets mad?]
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Are onlie Poets mad?'Tis an vnluckie trade;
Our moderne, and the old Democritus,
Saw all the world were Lunatickes with vs;
And if I (partiall) may
The present Age survay;
I am afraide
Wee are not onlie, or not the most mad.
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See to the PolitickeIs not Hee partly Sicke?
Are his Designes vnmixt with Drosse and Loame?
Has he not some respects he brought from home?
Are all his Counsells weigh'd?
His Actions ballancéd
Within the right
Skale of cleare Iudgment, and not one found light?
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See all the world vnfram'd,Strangelie disioynted, lamed;
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Advance their Fortunes,) run a-madding too;
Sneake in their ffollies; prye
At Madnes, Misterie;
And wee may See
The infection spread to All, in some degree.
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Not least, where often mostSound Faculties they boast:
This saw, of old, much-seeing Lucian;
And 'tis but now the same; for everie Man
Is bound to his owne heart;
Not blanching any part
Of his owne Sence;
And strives to gvild all Follie with pretence.
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The learning of the timeIs sicke; and the Sublime
Notions of Men are sunke; our Industrye
Not meerlie simple) has its Subtletye;
All Men have in their waies
Distraction; Pride and Praise,
Makes the world Mad;
The Poet sings, the Polititian's Sad.
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