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Æolus Trumpet to his Foure Winds.
Goe Triton, calme all storms of turbulence,From turning up side down both sea, & shore,
Triton, proclaime silent obedience,
That they henceforth shall dare to break no more;
For dread Astreaes Signe, amid the Line,
Erected hath her scales for true, and just;
Whereto all vertuous projects shall confine,
So that her calme, no more shall be combust:
But that her Poets now may sing of peace,
And all cromatick descant harsh surcease.
Poetries Complaint.
Though I Poesie grow out of request,As a sad mendicant unwelcome mate,
Yet this me joyes, the Muses me invest,
Amid their gracious classis Laureat;
With whom, (selfe-faring) I alone descrie
All my malignants end in obliquie.
Where all their crancks I trace with little thanks,
And goe invisible, yet see their prancks,
That parable so open, and shut the same,
As Truth, Art, Wit, prais'd for their friendly blame:
Else over-openly foule faults to tell,
Would kindle hot blood (as gravity knows well)
But for th'ideal Anagoge, whereby,
The mark shot at, is hit ingeniously,
Scurrilitie abhor'd, and flattery,
Hisse off the stage by faire morality.
Alarum to Poets.
To the most ingenious Classis Laureat wheresoever.
When
Jove spread his convexed Canopie
Of constant azure, arched low and high,
Did twinckling tapers infinitely set,
Where cloud, nor freckle, could their lustre let,
But that those seven great Lamps which ever turn,
Might every where fling light as round they journ,
Forc'd by that wheele which moveth all the rest,
With, and against each other, to contest,
In that long dance of number, tune, and time,
Which by proportion doth joyne, and dis-joyne,
Of friendly hatred, loving so, and hate,
As wisedome knowes to reconcile the bate
Of these strange combatants, which rise, and fall,
In their continuall battell cubicall,
VVhich to the circular well reconcil'd
Makes, that to unity they gladly yeild.
VVhich when he saw so good, and well agree,
He bid th'whole Choire sound out their harmony,
Of constant azure, arched low and high,
Did twinckling tapers infinitely set,
Where cloud, nor freckle, could their lustre let,
But that those seven great Lamps which ever turn,
Might every where fling light as round they journ,
Forc'd by that wheele which moveth all the rest,
With, and against each other, to contest,
In that long dance of number, tune, and time,
Which by proportion doth joyne, and dis-joyne,
Of friendly hatred, loving so, and hate,
As wisedome knowes to reconcile the bate
Of these strange combatants, which rise, and fall,
In their continuall battell cubicall,
VVhich to the circular well reconcil'd
Makes, that to unity they gladly yeild.
VVhich when he saw so good, and well agree,
He bid th'whole Choire sound out their harmony,
VVhereof the seven tones to that one of eight,
Sent whole, and halfe tunes by measure and weight,
Yea fifths, and thirds, and so a fourth did sound,
A second, and a sixt, so well compound,
As thereof rang the sweetest melodie,
That rule, and order breed, to amitie.
Sent whole, and halfe tunes by measure and weight,
Yea fifths, and thirds, and so a fourth did sound,
A second, and a sixt, so well compound,
That rule, and order breed, to amitie.
VVherefore the Chorus 'mid th'etheriall Hall,
Diffusing all those concords musicall,
Did so rejoyce all kinds, each sexe and age,
(Invited guests unto that middle stage)
As vouch'd on all sides, truth t'own selfe conformes,
As vertue demonstrates by all her normes;
VVhence not to fall, stands where the first belong'd,
Still to that mistery to correspond.
Diffusing all those concords musicall,
Did so rejoyce all kinds, each sexe and age,
(Invited guests unto that middle stage)
As vouch'd on all sides, truth t'own selfe conformes,
As vertue demonstrates by all her normes;
VVhence not to fall, stands where the first belong'd,
Still to that mistery to correspond.
VVherein Iove stood rapt, sith this unisone
Meerly deriv'd but from one radick tone,
Deign'd for it selfe, it selfe to glorifie,
Into that multiplying Euphonie,
That never ceasing, warbled in that frame
That can none other doe then still the same.
Meerly deriv'd but from one radick tone,
Deign'd for it selfe, it selfe to glorifie,
Into that multiplying Euphonie,
That never ceasing, warbled in that frame
That can none other doe then still the same.
O noblest consonance! O excellence!
In which truth breeds love, justice, innocence.
In which truth breeds love, justice, innocence.
Now to concomitate this Musicks feast,
Made to the middle, high, and lowest guest,
Iove of those three call'd one out, at whose cry,
Averdi came (his daughter) instantly;
A Lady truly whiter then the snow,
More humble, meek, and mild, then Doves below;
More pure, subtill, acute, then clearest aire,
More swift then sight, of kind most debonaire.
Made to the middle, high, and lowest guest,
Iove of those three call'd one out, at whose cry,
Averdi came (his daughter) instantly;
A Lady truly whiter then the snow,
More humble, meek, and mild, then Doves below;
More pure, subtill, acute, then clearest aire,
More swift then sight, of kind most debonaire.
Goe candor (said he) make thine ayrie flight,
Downe through the fiery Region, and enlight
With notion generall some above the rest,
But thereto make choise of the lowliest,
Select of Nations, th'acies of whose mind,
Shall to my limits stand by me confin'd;
So as though they in part doe know the right,
Yet future ages shall receive more light;
When Mee list some more speciall ones inspire
With knowledge; whilest others shall delire,
Til one particular much more shall know,
For knowledge but successively shall grow.
Downe through the fiery Region, and enlight
With notion generall some above the rest,
But thereto make choise of the lowliest,
Select of Nations, th'acies of whose mind,
Shall to my limits stand by me confin'd;
So as though they in part doe know the right,
Yet future ages shall receive more light;
With knowledge; whilest others shall delire,
Til one particular much more shall know,
For knowledge but successively shall grow.
Averdi thus dispatch'd with science rare,
Her purport of three Regions to declare,
The winged Graces (flie she low, or high)
Her wayes enlightned with their radij;
So did the Classick Vertues lovingly
Amid them all still beare her company.
Her purport of three Regions to declare,
The winged Graces (flie she low, or high)
Her wayes enlightned with their radij;
So did the Classick Vertues lovingly
Amid them all still beare her company.
When loe, Delfisa to prevent her, lay,
If possibly by any wile she may;
About whom, Phantasmes infinite did swarme,
Dreames to intoxicate with windy barme,
Vaine apparitions, strong imaginations,
Conceits, opinions, mad inaugurations,
Formes, fancies, figures, fables improbable,
Untopicall, unsalted, fond, unstable,
Such as the Spirits of th'aire (loos'd to elusion)
Have to confound with (making their intrusion)
Where, soothly false suborne in steed of true,
To be imbib'd by the phanatick crew;
And now to bob Averdies negotiation,
She featly coyn'd an art of emulation,
By stealing to her selfe Averdies shade,
Which from the ground did off her light evade,
In which she strove her to assimilate,
Yet but as shades true bodies imitate;
Still plotting her but so to counterfeit,
As truth's name, forme, gaine hers be by excheat
Of contradiction: which opposing ever,
No meane hath to assigne to own endeavour,
But that malengin (woven into faction)
Might profit wring out b'others rais'd detraction;
For envy never ceaseth to deprave,
Till others properties she seize and have.
If possibly by any wile she may;
About whom, Phantasmes infinite did swarme,
Dreames to intoxicate with windy barme,
Vaine apparitions, strong imaginations,
Conceits, opinions, mad inaugurations,
Formes, fancies, figures, fables improbable,
Untopicall, unsalted, fond, unstable,
Such as the Spirits of th'aire (loos'd to elusion)
Have to confound with (making their intrusion)
Where, soothly false suborne in steed of true,
To be imbib'd by the phanatick crew;
And now to bob Averdies negotiation,
She featly coyn'd an art of emulation,
By stealing to her selfe Averdies shade,
Which from the ground did off her light evade,
In which she strove her to assimilate,
Yet but as shades true bodies imitate;
Still plotting her but so to counterfeit,
As truth's name, forme, gaine hers be by excheat
Of contradiction: which opposing ever,
No meane hath to assigne to own endeavour,
But that malengin (woven into faction)
Might profit wring out b'others rais'd detraction;
Till others properties she seize and have.
Yet when Auroraes calm serenitie,
Had burnish'd Titans rosie visnomie,
And so set up her glasse, as might appeare,
All tamskipp prospectives, both far, and neare;
Downe soar'd Averdi by her winding staire,
On wings display'd, (compos'd of fire, and aire,)
Which beare her on that mild amenitie,
That all inferiours viewd with singlest eye,
All longilatitudes, altitudes eke,
Degrees, and what else reason hath to seeke;
Each peopled Nation, climate, hot, cold, meane,
Th'intemperate, and the temperate, foule and cleane,
Where, after her made universall flight,
As well around the globe, mid, crosse, and right,
She did o're Caldie, then o're Ægypt soare,
Where, did on some her meek, elixir poure,
VVhereof, a gentle, meeke, mild flame, did tine
That furor, which their spirits up rapt divine,
To contemplate in singlest extasie,
Hid speculation from the proudest eye,
As yet Astronomie recordth well,
And Geometrie, who first did them revell,
Yea sow'd the first seeds of Philosophy,
By some, with paine, and cost, sought far, and nigh,
Their candle to illumin at that light.
Had burnish'd Titans rosie visnomie,
And so set up her glasse, as might appeare,
All tamskipp prospectives, both far, and neare;
Downe soar'd Averdi by her winding staire,
On wings display'd, (compos'd of fire, and aire,)
Which beare her on that mild amenitie,
That all inferiours viewd with singlest eye,
All longilatitudes, altitudes eke,
Degrees, and what else reason hath to seeke;
Each peopled Nation, climate, hot, cold, meane,
Th'intemperate, and the temperate, foule and cleane,
Where, after her made universall flight,
As well around the globe, mid, crosse, and right,
She did o're Caldie, then o're Ægypt soare,
Where, did on some her meek, elixir poure,
VVhereof, a gentle, meeke, mild flame, did tine
That furor, which their spirits up rapt divine,
To contemplate in singlest extasie,
Hid speculation from the proudest eye,
As yet Astronomie recordth well,
And Geometrie, who first did them revell,
Yea sow'd the first seeds of Philosophy,
By some, with paine, and cost, sought far, and nigh,
Their candle to illumin at that light.
But this the more enrag'd Delfisaes spight,
VVho, coasting neere Averdi, as her shade,
On wings of all mixt colours, fraud had made,
Did there her malarts phiols drench out pour,
On such as would become her Paramour;
VVhereof, arose most noysome pestilence,
VVhich soone infected scient sapience;
A worser pestilence was never known,
Then science turn'd into opinion:
Which caus'd the Arts themselvs, with grief confesse,
They wayv'd yet further off from perfectnesse,
Malarts encreasing, yea sophisticating
Into confusion, all her gulls mistaking.
VVho, coasting neere Averdi, as her shade,
On wings of all mixt colours, fraud had made,
Did there her malarts phiols drench out pour,
On such as would become her Paramour;
VVhereof, arose most noysome pestilence,
VVhich soone infected scient sapience;
A worser pestilence was never known,
Then science turn'd into opinion:
They wayv'd yet further off from perfectnesse,
Malarts encreasing, yea sophisticating
Into confusion, all her gulls mistaking.
VVhich made such garboile of disunion,
As for that cause, Averdi got her gone.
Meane time, grim night, setting both feet aground,
Shov'd the Suns coach-wheels, til he turn'd them round
(VVhich none else could in all the world displace)
From th'east, to run his sweaty westerne race;
Tho higher mounted, borne on wings of light,
Light, her inclosing from those left i'th night,
She cross'd the tranquill Medeterranean Sea,
O're which, with long delight somnes did plea,
Some other Lands in prospective to skrie,
VVhich should, or would, with more gratuitie,
Accept her pure Elixirs highest boone,
Attempred prudent (reasons wisest doome.)
As for that cause, Averdi got her gone.
Meane time, grim night, setting both feet aground,
Shov'd the Suns coach-wheels, til he turn'd them round
(VVhich none else could in all the world displace)
From th'east, to run his sweaty westerne race;
Tho higher mounted, borne on wings of light,
Light, her inclosing from those left i'th night,
She cross'd the tranquill Medeterranean Sea,
O're which, with long delight somnes did plea,
Some other Lands in prospective to skrie,
VVhich should, or would, with more gratuitie,
Accept her pure Elixirs highest boone,
Attempred prudent (reasons wisest doome.)
From whence, in lofty point, to Greece she bore,
Whose pure aire, sharp wits, most folke yet adore,
For that Elixir, which on them she spent,
Sith them in knowledge, made more excellent,
VVell witnss'd in her grave Philosophers,
How seriously demean'd her Registers,
Ev'n to the perfecting the Sciences,
(Choise reasons jewels, Arts strong fortresses;)
Through whose sound dialect, they saw to try,
Yea to o're-rule falsed Philosophy.
For certes, this Elixir had for spell,
That boundlesse font of Hopocrene well,
VVhich running to diffuse that liquid fire,
(The furent flame that Poets doth inspire)
Caus'd, that devotedly they for her sake,
Left th'earth, celestiall scopes to underake,
Her steps still tracing, beare she ne're so high,
Best instanc'd in their ingenuity.
Whose pure aire, sharp wits, most folke yet adore,
For that Elixir, which on them she spent,
Sith them in knowledge, made more excellent,
VVell witnss'd in her grave Philosophers,
How seriously demean'd her Registers,
Ev'n to the perfecting the Sciences,
(Choise reasons jewels, Arts strong fortresses;)
Through whose sound dialect, they saw to try,
Yea to o're-rule falsed Philosophy.
For certes, this Elixir had for spell,
That boundlesse font of Hopocrene well,
VVhich running to diffuse that liquid fire,
(The furent flame that Poets doth inspire)
Caus'd, that devotedly they for her sake,
Left th'earth, celestiall scopes to underake,
Her steps still tracing, beare she ne're so high,
Best instanc'd in their ingenuity.
But this, Delfisa never could abide,
Nay, all this to pervert, at heele did glide,
Where, so her phiol powr'd out on their braine,
As in times processe, did their honour staine;
For she to their acutenesse, addes such sleight,
As wove the characters of vile deceit,
Close hidden in her Etymologie,
VVhich in the name, sounds a deceiver slie.
An ignominious brand, which staines the more,
As balk'd Averdi, for Delfisaes lore,
To prove, deceivers playing loose, and fast,
So long deceive, till selves deceive at last.
Nay, all this to pervert, at heele did glide,
Where, so her phiol powr'd out on their braine,
As in times processe, did their honour staine;
For she to their acutenesse, addes such sleight,
As wove the characters of vile deceit,
Close hidden in her Etymologie,
VVhich in the name, sounds a deceiver slie.
An ignominious brand, which staines the more,
As balk'd Averdi, for Delfisaes lore,
To prove, deceivers playing loose, and fast,
So long deceive, till selves deceive at last.
VVherefore Averdi from them all did flie,
And left them to their own earn'd obloquie;
Then, back her course steer'd, from whence first shee came,
Even to the Nations of more hopefull name,
VVhere, her proficient pupils did enlight,
By clearer glassing their interior sight,
VVith that same mentall ravishment, folke call
Poetick, Uatick, and Propheticall:
VVhom she inspir'd with her more secret lore
To greatest Clerks unknown, (high t'Allegore,)
At which, full many fell of ignorance,
But the presumptuous most, of arrogance;
At whose audaciousnesse, she did but smile,
To see them faster in, the more they toile,
Yea, thence ne're to be freed, till humbler, they
Sshall deign implore Averdies remedy:
Who, thence to Almaigne, her faire course forth bore,
To try if they were capable of her lore;
Whom leaden, muddy, harsh, dull-skull'd, she found,
Uncivill, fulsome, sick of Bacchus wound,
And far beyond the rest intemperate,
Needs therefore prudence must escape their pate.
For why? Delfisa there hath beene already,
And all intoxicated belking giddy,
To croaking frogs, whose tongues shall never rest,
While stood suborn'd Averd's Anthagonist,
And therefore barring them her quintassence,
Left all those mutinous to owne insolence.
And left them to their own earn'd obloquie;
Then, back her course steer'd, from whence first shee came,
Even to the Nations of more hopefull name,
VVhere, her proficient pupils did enlight,
By clearer glassing their interior sight,
VVith that same mentall ravishment, folke call
Poetick, Uatick, and Propheticall:
VVhom she inspir'd with her more secret lore
To greatest Clerks unknown, (high t'Allegore,)
At which, full many fell of ignorance,
But the presumptuous most, of arrogance;
At whose audaciousnesse, she did but smile,
To see them faster in, the more they toile,
Yea, thence ne're to be freed, till humbler, they
Sshall deign implore Averdies remedy:
Who, thence to Almaigne, her faire course forth bore,
To try if they were capable of her lore;
Whom leaden, muddy, harsh, dull-skull'd, she found,
Uncivill, fulsome, sick of Bacchus wound,
And far beyond the rest intemperate,
Needs therefore prudence must escape their pate.
For why? Delfisa there hath beene already,
And all intoxicated belking giddy,
While stood suborn'd Averd's Anthagonist,
And therefore barring them her quintassence,
Left all those mutinous to owne insolence.
To find out Gaul, (far hotter of desire)
The sooner caught of one intestine fire,
Inconstant libertines, ires rendezvous,
At sodaines, esteem'd most dangerous,
Immoderate, rash, giddy, turbulent,
Hath but to counterfeit the continent;
Albeit insinuates humilianist,
Most slily playeth proud opinionist.
The sooner caught of one intestine fire,
Inconstant libertines, ires rendezvous,
At sodaines, esteem'd most dangerous,
Immoderate, rash, giddy, turbulent,
Hath but to counterfeit the continent;
Albeit insinuates humilianist,
Most slily playeth proud opinionist.
On this, perceiving Delfis had beset her,
Averdi soone resolv'd from thence to get her;
Impossible it finding, Gaul, Almaine,
Should her, on those conditions enetrtaine;
And therefore pawn'd, her wandring wings to rest,
While limbs more strength get, as they are releast;
Till sweaty Phœbus, wending from her sight,
Her, with a ruddy congey bode good-night:
Which grace, as it presag'd next morning gray;
So promis'd, to performe a golden day.
Averdi soone resolv'd from thence to get her;
Impossible it finding, Gaul, Almaine,
Should her, on those conditions enetrtaine;
And therefore pawn'd, her wandring wings to rest,
While limbs more strength get, as they are releast;
Till sweaty Phœbus, wending from her sight,
Her, with a ruddy congey bode good-night:
Which grace, as it presag'd next morning gray;
So promis'd, to performe a golden day.
But when Night, blacks had doff't, and put on blew,
Blew, mixt with white, compounding a gray hew,
Most fit for Phœbus when him chaires in State,
All far off prospectives to speculate;
Averdi, still as meeke, as calmest day,
Then soaring for discovery, every way,
Intended her rath Muses to bestow,
On some more meet, discreet, and grave below:
Far kenning from an high point, Faiery Land,
Which sounds encrease, and nourishing, if scan'd,
Did there reigne her Elixir, which so wrought,
As that folke, rapt in love, this Dame most sought,
Whose very light, them strake with admiration,
To trace her steps from Nation, into Nation,
And Land, to Land, where so she chose to alight,
Although it be in Fairy Land she pight.
Blew, mixt with white, compounding a gray hew,
Most fit for Phœbus when him chaires in State,
All far off prospectives to speculate;
Averdi, still as meeke, as calmest day,
Then soaring for discovery, every way,
Intended her rath Muses to bestow,
On some more meet, discreet, and grave below:
Far kenning from an high point, Faiery Land,
Which sounds encrease, and nourishing, if scan'd,
Did there reigne her Elixir, which so wrought,
As that folke, rapt in love, this Dame most sought,
Whose very light, them strake with admiration,
To trace her steps from Nation, into Nation,
Although it be in Fairy Land she pight.
On top of whose sharp Promontore, her voice
Them call'd, who did ascend with merry noise;
The cheifest Spire whereof Oneida hight,
For beauty famous, strength, and steeples right;
Built on a rock, which had on it an hill,
That stood for Land-mark, after Sea-mans skill;
The Holt whereof, on which Averdi keeps,
Belforma Castl'is watred round with deeps,
Where, while aloft, in prospective she sate,
Whole chirmes of Poets thither congregate,
To serve that soveraigne Beauty, which had power,
To ravish each observing Paramour:
Whose lovely radij so the men distrought,
As they were lost, and found in her they sought;
So could not but thus her of right define,
O Essence appetible, and O Divine
Forme! causing our beginning, being, end,
Therefore, thine honour we shall still defend.
Thus stood they rapt into her observation,
Time, habit, place, resounding th'approbation,
Them gave to meditate the Deitie,
Express'd in the'xercise of pietie;
Then plainly finding, all her parts agree
With her own selfe, when they converted be;
She like power having, hers to unite so in one,
As all their tones resound her unisone:
Like so, how ever any species growes,
Its every property meets one in close,
As simple vertue knoweth to define,
Which of all demonstrations is the prime.
Them call'd, who did ascend with merry noise;
The cheifest Spire whereof Oneida hight,
For beauty famous, strength, and steeples right;
Built on a rock, which had on it an hill,
That stood for Land-mark, after Sea-mans skill;
The Holt whereof, on which Averdi keeps,
Belforma Castl'is watred round with deeps,
Where, while aloft, in prospective she sate,
Whole chirmes of Poets thither congregate,
To serve that soveraigne Beauty, which had power,
To ravish each observing Paramour:
Whose lovely radij so the men distrought,
As they were lost, and found in her they sought;
So could not but thus her of right define,
O Essence appetible, and O Divine
Forme! causing our beginning, being, end,
Therefore, thine honour we shall still defend.
Thus stood they rapt into her observation,
Time, habit, place, resounding th'approbation,
Them gave to meditate the Deitie,
Express'd in the'xercise of pietie;
Then plainly finding, all her parts agree
With her own selfe, when they converted be;
She like power having, hers to unite so in one,
As all their tones resound her unisone:
Like so, how ever any species growes,
Its every property meets one in close,
As simple vertue knoweth to define,
Which of all demonstrations is the prime.
Now all these Laureats standing at her gate,
Own offices did, and her love dilate,
In straines, conceits, and stile alike sublime,
As love could ravish nature up divine!
Delfisaes Phiol sheds cromatick matter,
Exhal'd out of so foule, and muddy water,
As caus'd the musick change mood, time, and forme,
Into the noise of a tempestuous storme,
Of roaring winds, black clouds evaporating,
All true proportion quite precipitating,
Into foule showers of frogs, that croke black matter,
That spewd the seeds of hate (loves violater)
Whereof, blood up to th'orses bridles rose,
As Poets crying Ruddimane foreshewes;
How first ambitious jealousies did grow,
'Bout having, who should more then others know;
Which to opinion turning, would own doome,
Should above all the rest have elbow roome.
Own offices did, and her love dilate,
As love could ravish nature up divine!
Delfisaes Phiol sheds cromatick matter,
Exhal'd out of so foule, and muddy water,
As caus'd the musick change mood, time, and forme,
Into the noise of a tempestuous storme,
Of roaring winds, black clouds evaporating,
All true proportion quite precipitating,
Into foule showers of frogs, that croke black matter,
That spewd the seeds of hate (loves violater)
Whereof, blood up to th'orses bridles rose,
As Poets crying Ruddimane foreshewes;
How first ambitious jealousies did grow,
'Bout having, who should more then others know;
Which to opinion turning, would own doome,
Should above all the rest have elbow roome.
Whereat, Averdi could no longer smile,
Sith saw their wits britch'd in Delficaes guile,
While caus'd them strongly imagine, sh'ad them given
Her key of knowledge; where of, them had riven,
Off that Analogie, they had afore,
So baffling them in the cloud allegore;
As once in fall'n, ne're without help gets out,
But that Delfis eludes them, bobs, and flout,
Till meeker, they submit to reasons lore,
Bernardus she non omnia vidit swore.
Sith saw their wits britch'd in Delficaes guile,
While caus'd them strongly imagine, sh'ad them given
Her key of knowledge; where of, them had riven,
Off that Analogie, they had afore,
So baffling them in the cloud allegore;
As once in fall'n, ne're without help gets out,
But that Delfis eludes them, bobs, and flout,
Till meeker, they submit to reasons lore,
Bernardus she non omnia vidit swore.
Wherefore the Poets begg'd Averdi mild,
To shew them how Delfis had them beguil'd,
While some conceiv'd they serv'd Averd (their dame)
But proves quite contrary, and not the same.
To shew them how Delfis had them beguil'd,
While some conceiv'd they serv'd Averd (their dame)
But proves quite contrary, and not the same.
At whose long suite, this Comet (signe of grace)
Puts off her mask (a meane to cleare her face,)
Then, with mild voice, and serious up-cast eye,
To Poets only, made this huoncrie.
Puts off her mask (a meane to cleare her face,)
Then, with mild voice, and serious up-cast eye,
To Poets only, made this huoncrie.
If any of yee all, (pretending witty)
Who have combustions made without this City,
Shall now, with this my anagogick key,
In accents numbred, hither find the way,
And to mine hand, the same back bring me hither,
He shall my true Love be, and Lord for ever;
But know, as arts in own vocables talke,
Thereby till known, invisiblie to walke,
So, more hath allegory to transpose,
Verbs, phrases, substantives, to mistiek glose,
From their owne genuinous signification,
Therein to tell, yet hide own revelation:
Which, if with meeker spirits yee list discern,
Yee that shall teach, yee never knew to learn,
To weet! that all presumptuous arrogance,
Was, is, and will be mother of ignorance.
Whereto, needs not the new-o'rehaughty stile,
Lest th'old, look back, on empty cask, and smile,
Yet it behoves that learners must belive,
Else, passive intellect may poorely thrive.
Who have combustions made without this City,
Shall now, with this my anagogick key,
In accents numbred, hither find the way,
And to mine hand, the same back bring me hither,
He shall my true Love be, and Lord for ever;
But know, as arts in own vocables talke,
Thereby till known, invisiblie to walke,
So, more hath allegory to transpose,
Verbs, phrases, substantives, to mistiek glose,
From their owne genuinous signification,
Therein to tell, yet hide own revelation:
Which, if with meeker spirits yee list discern,
Yee that shall teach, yee never knew to learn,
To weet! that all presumptuous arrogance,
Was, is, and will be mother of ignorance.
Whereto, needs not the new-o'rehaughty stile,
Lest th'old, look back, on empty cask, and smile,
Yet it behoves that learners must belive,
Else, passive intellect may poorely thrive.
That said, amongst them all she flung her key,
Which, one poore Poet catching, ran away;
While all prose-artists vagely ran out after,
But missing, snow-blind came, by shame & laughter:
Delfisaes Labyrinth so hood-wincking them,
As erring tangled, went the same agen.
Which, one poore Poet catching, ran away;
While all prose-artists vagely ran out after,
But missing, snow-blind came, by shame & laughter:
Delfisaes Labyrinth so hood-wincking them,
As erring tangled, went the same agen.
Wherefore yee swans of Thamesis, what say?
Which of you hath this anagogick key?
For Chaucer, Lidgate, Sydney, Spencer, dead,
Have left this riddle harder to be read;
But if yee deigne this scandall to remove,
Your fame 'bove prose-arts quill-men, all will rove:
Then swans of Olbion, sing these strains of peace,
That shall make froggish crokers tongues surcease;
Averdies Love for Guerdon, is not small,
Besides, a Poets Laureat Coronal;
Which earning, out will sing the Victors praise,
And sound loves triumph to these latter daies,
With blessed peace, that welcomes in the bringer,
And cheeres up every sad rejoycing singer.
Which of you hath this anagogick key?
For Chaucer, Lidgate, Sydney, Spencer, dead,
Have left this riddle harder to be read;
But if yee deigne this scandall to remove,
Your fame 'bove prose-arts quill-men, all will rove:
Then swans of Olbion, sing these strains of peace,
That shall make froggish crokers tongues surcease;
Besides, a Poets Laureat Coronal;
Which earning, out will sing the Victors praise,
And sound loves triumph to these latter daies,
With blessed peace, that welcomes in the bringer,
And cheeres up every sad rejoycing singer.
But first, ought sing a song of twelve monthes long,
Next, noblest Guy, (righted on others wrong)
Then Chaucers Squires lost tale, on his conditions,
The second last part of Poetick visions.
For in this order ought the legend bee,
According to the Muses own decree.
Next, noblest Guy, (righted on others wrong)
Then Chaucers Squires lost tale, on his conditions,
The second last part of Poetick visions.
For in this order ought the legend bee,
According to the Muses own decree.
Now then rapt Poets, what have yee to say?
To Dame Averdies key, (the Muses way?)
If yee deign answer her Alarum, rise!
And arme your verse, to win from prose the prize,
Sing swans of Thames, that all the world may know,
Yee win the golden wreath, from silver Poe;
Whose learned Schools, though have not to give wit,
Yet wondrous curiously, they polish it:
To Dame Averdies key, (the Muses way?)
If yee deign answer her Alarum, rise!
And arme your verse, to win from prose the prize,
Sing swans of Thames, that all the world may know,
Yee win the golden wreath, from silver Poe;
Whose learned Schools, though have not to give wit,
Yet wondrous curiously, they polish it:
But high Iehouh, down through his stars distils
What his imployed Philomela thrils,
In April blith, and May, but ends in Iune,
That other monthly birds, in kind, may tune,
What his imployed Philomela thrils,
In April blith, and May, but ends in Iune,
That other monthly birds, in kind, may tune,
But that another Turtle sing before yee,
Assures to your inheritance, the glorie.
At that, Delfisa fell into a rage,
Till every other hiss'd her off the stage,
And kick her oft, after her own intent,
Then merrily, as from a banquet, went.
Assures to your inheritance, the glorie.
At that, Delfisa fell into a rage,
Till every other hiss'd her off the stage,
And kick her oft, after her own intent,
Then merrily, as from a banquet, went.
J. L.
FINIS.
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