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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Thus did the Dyal end, and then the Clocke
Low-louting to the powder Weather-Cocke,
Began his plea. Thou mighty Soueraigne
VVhich doest the vniuersall Iudge remaine
In all those places, where thy pearcing eye
Can see, or my shrill voice be heard to cry.
Behold this impudent, poore, neglected post
How it gainst me, and gainst thy stare doth bost
Embasing thy great worth, neglecting mine;
As if the glorious Sunne did neuer shine,
Nor his sweet influence on vs let fall,
But that the Dial had ingrost vp all.
VVhen all the world knowes thou wer't placed there
The sleepy Hinde vp to his worke to reare,
To call the Scholler to his booke, and wake
The Theefe which at thy shrill voice gins to shake.
Thou art the cheerefull dayes Embassador,
In whose praise once these lines composed were.
Low-louting to the powder Weather-Cocke,
Began his plea. Thou mighty Soueraigne
VVhich doest the vniuersall Iudge remaine
In all those places, where thy pearcing eye
Can see, or my shrill voice be heard to cry.
Behold this impudent, poore, neglected post
How it gainst me, and gainst thy stare doth bost
Embasing thy great worth, neglecting mine;
As if the glorious Sunne did neuer shine,
Nor his sweet influence on vs let fall,
But that the Dial had ingrost vp all.
VVhen all the world knowes thou wer't placed there
The sleepy Hinde vp to his worke to reare,
To call the Scholler to his booke, and wake
The Theefe which at thy shrill voice gins to shake.
Thou art the cheerefull dayes Embassador,
In whose praise once these lines composed were.
A crowned King, a compleat Knight,
An armed Captaine, fit to fight,
A plumed Courtier, fairely clad,
A louer that was neuer sad,
A Trumpetter, the house-wifes Mate,
Who riseth early sleepeth late,
A Querister, the poore mans Clocke,
All this is our great Weather-Cocke.
An armed Captaine, fit to fight,
A plumed Courtier, fairely clad,
A louer that was neuer sad,
A Trumpetter, the house-wifes Mate,
Who riseth early sleepeth late,
All this is our great Weather-Cocke.
This sacred Antheme all the world doth sing
To thee the Suns bird, who doth tidings bring,
Of his approch and rising: as for me
I heere was seated, next thee in degree
To giue thee ease, to tell the wondring people
What thou discouer'st from that loftie steeple,
The whil'st thou keep'st thy voice from Iubiles,
And art for silence honour'd with large fees.
The Dial is my ward, first placed there
That Common Persons who presume not neere
Thy hallow'd throne, may haue intelligence
And learne from me the close and hidden sence
Of all those Characters, and not expound
As lift themselues, darke riddles, so profound:
Nor contradict, nor yet correct by force,
According to the Gnomon, my true course;
But the false Gnomon rather to correct
By my aduice, whose way is still direct.
Who knowes not, that the Sun in his round race,
Many degrees is gone from his first place,
And like a drunkard reeling to and fro,
With giddy steps doth shift his circle so;
That where he was euen now, he comes no more,
His course is all confusde, behin'ds before?
Needs must the Dial then deceiued be,
Which trusts a Guide that doth so disagree
Within it selfe, and without iudgement shines
Alike on all, making of fooles Diuines.
And teaching Fishermen to see as farre,
As learned Shepheards, without other starre.
Too common in this Guide, to guide aright;
Or if he could, where is the Guide for night?
I then am present still at euery neede
Poore erring man, in ignorant night to leade.
Then why should this bold Dial, dare to speake
Against my greatnesse, or the orders breake
Of custome and consent? since all make choice
To feede, fast, pray, or play, led by my voice?
And that all bargaines made, all wagers laide,
Not by the Dial but the Clocke are paide?
Which truth, whilst all the world dare neuer doubt,
This Dial seemes to question, and (growne stout)
Excepts against thy iudgement too, that thus
He might be free and seeme to gouerne vs.
But since our causes are so neere of kinne,
Let that respect some grace and fauour winne
With thy high holinesse, that thou maist see
To giue iust sentence for your selfe and me.
To thee the Suns bird, who doth tidings bring,
Of his approch and rising: as for me
I heere was seated, next thee in degree
To giue thee ease, to tell the wondring people
What thou discouer'st from that loftie steeple,
The whil'st thou keep'st thy voice from Iubiles,
And art for silence honour'd with large fees.
The Dial is my ward, first placed there
That Common Persons who presume not neere
Thy hallow'd throne, may haue intelligence
And learne from me the close and hidden sence
Of all those Characters, and not expound
As lift themselues, darke riddles, so profound:
Nor contradict, nor yet correct by force,
According to the Gnomon, my true course;
But the false Gnomon rather to correct
By my aduice, whose way is still direct.
Who knowes not, that the Sun in his round race,
Many degrees is gone from his first place,
And like a drunkard reeling to and fro,
With giddy steps doth shift his circle so;
That where he was euen now, he comes no more,
His course is all confusde, behin'ds before?
Needs must the Dial then deceiued be,
Which trusts a Guide that doth so disagree
Within it selfe, and without iudgement shines
Alike on all, making of fooles Diuines.
And teaching Fishermen to see as farre,
As learned Shepheards, without other starre.
Or if he could, where is the Guide for night?
I then am present still at euery neede
Poore erring man, in ignorant night to leade.
Then why should this bold Dial, dare to speake
Against my greatnesse, or the orders breake
Of custome and consent? since all make choice
To feede, fast, pray, or play, led by my voice?
And that all bargaines made, all wagers laide,
Not by the Dial but the Clocke are paide?
Which truth, whilst all the world dare neuer doubt,
This Dial seemes to question, and (growne stout)
Excepts against thy iudgement too, that thus
He might be free and seeme to gouerne vs.
But since our causes are so neere of kinne,
Let that respect some grace and fauour winne
With thy high holinesse, that thou maist see
To giue iust sentence for your selfe and me.
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