Evgenia Or Trve Nobilities Trance; For The Most Memorable Death, of The Thrice Noble And Religiovs; William Lord Rvssel, &c. Divided into foure Vigils of the Night. By Geo. Chapman |
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With this, Eugenia, from her Trance arose
And in her loues assur'd Ioies did repose,
Her Noble Sorrowes, being assur'd with al
That no effect did memorably fall,
From his Renown'd Example, but was found
In his true Sonne, and would in him resound.
And in her loues assur'd Ioies did repose,
Her Noble Sorrowes, being assur'd with al
That no effect did memorably fall,
From his Renown'd Example, but was found
In his true Sonne, and would in him resound.
Then left she straight Fames loftie region:
Stoop't Earth, and vowd to dwell with him, or None,
Whom since the Muses, Vertues, Graces now,
Of force must follow (sweete Lord) be not you
Carelesse of them, that she esteemd so deare:
For howsoeuer they to Earth appeare,
Where in their Truth they are, and are not prisd,
In them, is true Religion despisd
Remember your Religious Father then,
And after him: Be you the man of men.
Stoop't Earth, and vowd to dwell with him, or None,
Whom since the Muses, Vertues, Graces now,
Of force must follow (sweete Lord) be not you
Carelesse of them, that she esteemd so deare:
For howsoeuer they to Earth appeare,
Where in their Truth they are, and are not prisd,
In them, is true Religion despisd
Remember your Religious Father then,
And after him: Be you the man of men.
To these, the Night, thus short sem'd, and thus bare
Was euery clamorous worldling, at his care,
Care cried in Citties, and in Countries ror'd:
Now was the soule, a Toie; Her gifts abhor'd,
All Ornament, but brauery, was a staine:
Nought now akinne to wit, but Cosening Gaine.
Crafts, and Deceipts enricht, made Arts so poore:
Which Artists seeing: Rich apparraile were
And bore out Art, Light's onely made for show
And show for Lightnesse; Grauest Booke Men now
Most rich in show bee, for their approbation,
And neuer swagger, but in sacred Fashion.
Looke blancke on good life: and point-blancke on thrift:
He that is richest, hath the wholiest gift.
In Night Men dreame: Day best showes what is fit
Learning was made for Gaine, Not Gaine; for it.
Now bellies deafned eares, in euery streete,
And backes bore more then heads, heads more then feete.
Was euery clamorous worldling, at his care,
Care cried in Citties, and in Countries ror'd:
Now was the soule, a Toie; Her gifts abhor'd,
All Ornament, but brauery, was a staine:
Nought now akinne to wit, but Cosening Gaine.
Crafts, and Deceipts enricht, made Arts so poore:
Which Artists seeing: Rich apparraile were
And bore out Art, Light's onely made for show
And show for Lightnesse; Grauest Booke Men now
Most rich in show bee, for their approbation,
And neuer swagger, but in sacred Fashion.
Looke blancke on good life: and point-blancke on thrift:
He that is richest, hath the wholiest gift.
In Night Men dreame: Day best showes what is fit
Learning was made for Gaine, Not Gaine; for it.
Now bellies deafned eares, in euery streete,
And backes bore more then heads, heads more then feete.
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