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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Crastini Animarum.
1650.
And had not the great cloud, wch blears the SightOf Iudgment firme to Truth, yet hung; we might
Have Sung it louder; wch would now but make
Noyse, in a mist, to aggravate mistake.
The Sun (whose heat gives Life & Light, makes bold
Earth, & from Earth, the Creatures manifold)
Is shrunke into the Socket; & we now
(Lost to his flame) can scarce hope when, or how
He from that Dismall Tropicke, shall repasse,
That we may live, in Light, as once it was;
Till when, our Numbers (destin'd to more)
Creeps to a corner, at a Candle-Hower;
And a few freinds, may rub (with patience)
Six Stanza's ore; to pay the vast Expence
Of Witt (forbidden Traffique) with a Smile;
As were that worth, our Braines, & Midnight Oyle;
Nay those Great Names we Sing, who doe not live
In fouler Sheets then other Poets give;
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Bold Truth, is Treason; Loyalty quite Lame;
Let their Names live to better Dayes; & bring
A Quill as zealous, to assert the King;
But let not Hucksters, bring such Glory in.
His Father's fate has harden'd them in Sin;
Oh, 'tis too true! & though we cannot Spell
What Destiny has writ; yet I must tell
Aloud my fears; perhaps (too true) his Fate
From thence noe good; I tremble when I Say 't;
But that he may (by other means restor'd)
Adorne the Throne, I will not doubt; noe word
Is big enough, for Glory; verse (which Spanns
Nature's whole Sphere, & her proportions)
Perhaps is yet too Short; Some Actions teach
Fancy, a flight beyond her height & reach;
What Great Things Vertue may, Sworne to his fame
I need not give; but men shall Seeke my name
And Charg'd with many Laurels; what they Scarce
Admit in Chambers, shall fill Theaters;
And even these numbers, who to fame are lost,
Perhaps may merit, what some others boast.
The End.
1650.
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