All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted |
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To my worthy and well-deseruing friend, our wel-known hydropoet, Iohn Taylor.
Some till their throats ake cry alowd and holloTo aucupate great fauors from Apollo.
One Bacchus and some other Venus vrges,
To blesse their brain-brats. Those cœrulean surges,
Gyrdling the earth, emball thy nerues, and season
Those animall parts, quiek Organs of mans reason.
This Nimph-adored fountaine farre excells,
Aganipe Aon; all that Bubulkes wells.
These daunst about thy Quinbro-boate to kisse thee,
And often since roare out because they misse thee.
These wyned with loue-sicke Thame the banks o'rswel
To visit their ingenious darlings Cell.
Blue Neptunes salt tempred with Thames sweet water,
Make thee both tart and pleasing. What theater
Of late; could Cinthius, halfe staru'd mists perswade
T' applaud; nay not to hisse at what they made?
Then call on Neptune still; let Delos sinke
Or swimme; for thee let Phœbus looke, or winke
VVhilst his poore Priests grow mad with ill successe:
That still the more they write they please the lesse.
Thine Amphitritean Muse growes more arrident,
And Phœbus tripos, stoopes to Neptunes trident.
R. H.
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