Pohetica Stromata or A Collection of Sundry Peices in Poetry: Drawne by the known and approued Hand of R. C. [i.e. Richard Corbett] |
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AN ELEGY Upon the death of Queene ANNE. |
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AN ELEGY Upon the death of Queene ANNE.
Noe; not a quatch sad Poets; doubt you,
There's not greife enough without you?
Or that it will asswage ill newes,
To say, Shee's dead, that was your Muse?
Ioine not with Death to make these Times
More grievous, then most Grievous Rimes.
There's not greife enough without you?
Or that it will asswage ill newes,
To say, Shee's dead, that was your Muse?
Ioine not with Death to make these Times
More grievous, then most Grievous Rimes.
And if't be possible, Deare Eyes
The famous Universityes,
If both your Eyes bee Matches, Sleepe;
Or, if you will be Loyall, weepe:
For-beare the press, Theres none will looke
Before the Mart for a new booke.
The famous Universityes,
If both your Eyes bee Matches, Sleepe;
Or, if you will be Loyall, weepe:
For-beare the press, Theres none will looke
Before the Mart for a new booke.
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Why should you tell the world what witts
Grow at New-parkes, or Campus-pitts?
Or what conceipts Youth, stumble on,
Taking the ayre towards Trumpington?
Nor you graue Tutours, who doe temper
Your Long and Short with Que and Semper;
O doe not, when your owne are done,
Make for my Ladyes eldest Sonne
Verses, which he will turne to Prose,
When he shall read what you compose.
Nor for an Epithite that failes,
Bite of your unpoëticke Nailes.
Uniust: why should you in these vaines,
Punish your Fingers for your Braines?
Grow at New-parkes, or Campus-pitts?
Or what conceipts Youth, stumble on,
Taking the ayre towards Trumpington?
Nor you graue Tutours, who doe temper
Your Long and Short with Que and Semper;
O doe not, when your owne are done,
Make for my Ladyes eldest Sonne
Verses, which he will turne to Prose,
When he shall read what you compose.
Nor for an Epithite that failes,
Bite of your unpoëticke Nailes.
Uniust: why should you in these vaines,
Punish your Fingers for your Braines?
Know henceforth, that griefes vitall part
Consists in Nature, not in Art:
And Verses that are Studied,
Mourne for themselves, not for the dead.
Consists in Nature, not in Art:
And Verses that are Studied,
Mourne for themselves, not for the dead.
Heark, the Queenes Epitaph shall bee,
Noe other then her Pedigree:
For lines in Bloud cutt out are stronger
Then lines in Marble, and last longer.
And such a verse shall never fade,
That is Begotten, and not made.
Noe other then her Pedigree:
For lines in Bloud cutt out are stronger
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And such a verse shall never fade,
That is Begotten, and not made.
Her Father, Brother, Husband, Kinges;
Royall relations: from her springes
A Prince and Princesse; and from those
Faire certaintyes, and rich hope growes.
Here's Poetry shall be secure,
While Britaine, Denmarke Rheine endure:
Enough on Earth; what purchase higher,
Saue Heaven to perfect her desire.
And as a straying Starr intic't,
And governd those wise-men to Christ:
Ev'n soe a Herauld-Starr this yeare
Did Beckon to Her to appeare.
A Starr which did not to our Nation
Portend her Death, but her Translation:
For when such Harbingers are seene,
God crownes a Saint not kills a Queene.
Royall relations: from her springes
A Prince and Princesse; and from those
Faire certaintyes, and rich hope growes.
Here's Poetry shall be secure,
While Britaine, Denmarke Rheine endure:
Enough on Earth; what purchase higher,
Saue Heaven to perfect her desire.
And as a straying Starr intic't,
And governd those wise-men to Christ:
Ev'n soe a Herauld-Starr this yeare
Did Beckon to Her to appeare.
A Starr which did not to our Nation
Portend her Death, but her Translation:
For when such Harbingers are seene,
God crownes a Saint not kills a Queene.
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