Philomythie or Philomythologie wherein Outlandish Birds, Beasts, and Fishes, are taught to speake true English plainely. By Tho: Scot ... The second edition much inlarged |
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The Dial then beginnes. The globe-like world
From Center to Circumf'rence being whorl'd
In neuer-resting motion, maketh time
In sundry reuolutions fall and clime.
This Time the measure of all mutable things
Comes with lead-heeles, flies hence with fiery wings;
Sleepes with two eyes, hath two eyes euer waking,
Twixt minuts, hours, daies, nights, distinction making
And though the diff'rence and degrees of change,
In seuerall yeares, be wonderfull and strange;
Some by the Moone, some reckoning by the Sunne,
And some the great yeare, whē th'heauens hauing run
Their compleat course, doe to that point arriue
Whence the first mouer, them did motion giue;
Yet the most generall certaine count of all
Is measur'd by the Sunne, whose rise and fall
Makes day, and night, and noone, and midnight too,
Spring, Summer, Winter, Autumne, and the two
Solsticiums, Equinoctials, and the houres
Now naked, and then deck't in gaudy flowers.
This Adam to his Grandsons hauing told,
With other Arts, and wonders manifold,
How all the world both fire and flood should try;
They plac'd me here, to tell posterity
Such hidden mysteries; And to direct
The wiser Soules deep-diuing intellect.
About me they haue grau'd seauen liberall Arts,
The Sciences, with their diuiner parts,
A circle and a Gnomon set aboue
With Characters; which as the Sunne doth moue
In his ascent, or low declension, tells
The certaine houre, degree, and all things else.
But for my speech was slow, and cause the Sunne
Did often vnder clouds for pleasure runne,
Succeeding ages did this Clocke out finde
T'attend on me, and to declare my minde,
From me intelligence and rules ro gather
To measure night, close stormes, and cloudy weather:
And in the Morne, finding his reckoning wrong,
By my straight rule, to tune and set his song.
But this forgetfull Clocke at randome strikes,
Not as I bid, but fondly what it likes:
Robs short-liu'de Man of his most precious time,
And orderlesse, doth others orders chime.
It will not follow me, but wanting wit,
VVould haue the Sunne and Me to waite on it.
This matter so apparant, though I might
Wild Weather-Cocke, except against your right
To iudge, and thinke you partiall at the least,
Since you o're-cloude me when the Sun comes West,
And will take part with it, that's in the name,
In nature, and in sight, almost the same
With you; yet know I'le not refuse
Thy censure, but high place with honour vse.
From Center to Circumf'rence being whorl'd
In neuer-resting motion, maketh time
In sundry reuolutions fall and clime.
This Time the measure of all mutable things
Comes with lead-heeles, flies hence with fiery wings;
Sleepes with two eyes, hath two eyes euer waking,
Twixt minuts, hours, daies, nights, distinction making
And though the diff'rence and degrees of change,
In seuerall yeares, be wonderfull and strange;
Some by the Moone, some reckoning by the Sunne,
And some the great yeare, whē th'heauens hauing run
Their compleat course, doe to that point arriue
Whence the first mouer, them did motion giue;
Is measur'd by the Sunne, whose rise and fall
Makes day, and night, and noone, and midnight too,
Spring, Summer, Winter, Autumne, and the two
Solsticiums, Equinoctials, and the houres
Now naked, and then deck't in gaudy flowers.
This Adam to his Grandsons hauing told,
With other Arts, and wonders manifold,
How all the world both fire and flood should try;
They plac'd me here, to tell posterity
Such hidden mysteries; And to direct
The wiser Soules deep-diuing intellect.
About me they haue grau'd seauen liberall Arts,
The Sciences, with their diuiner parts,
A circle and a Gnomon set aboue
With Characters; which as the Sunne doth moue
In his ascent, or low declension, tells
The certaine houre, degree, and all things else.
But for my speech was slow, and cause the Sunne
Did often vnder clouds for pleasure runne,
Succeeding ages did this Clocke out finde
T'attend on me, and to declare my minde,
From me intelligence and rules ro gather
To measure night, close stormes, and cloudy weather:
And in the Morne, finding his reckoning wrong,
By my straight rule, to tune and set his song.
But this forgetfull Clocke at randome strikes,
Not as I bid, but fondly what it likes:
Robs short-liu'de Man of his most precious time,
And orderlesse, doth others orders chime.
It will not follow me, but wanting wit,
VVould haue the Sunne and Me to waite on it.
Wild Weather-Cocke, except against your right
To iudge, and thinke you partiall at the least,
Since you o're-cloude me when the Sun comes West,
And will take part with it, that's in the name,
In nature, and in sight, almost the same
With you; yet know I'le not refuse
Thy censure, but high place with honour vse.
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