Du Bartas His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester |
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An Appendix.
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An Appendix.
Although thou canst not write so rare a Ditty,Nor sing so sweetly, bee thou vertuous though:
For, dooing well is more then saying so:
And, to bee Wise, is more then to bee Witty.
The Vertuous, reading and recording sweet
These sacred Songs, is cheered in his Courses:
The Vitious, reading, singing, rather worse is:
Rapt with the Sound; not with the Sense, awhit.
Surcease thy Musick lay aside thy Muses:
Paschal and Pibrac yon have toild too-long:
Seeing that Vertue serves but for a Song
To this vain World, that on all Mischief muses.
Lo, heer in Paper is poor Vertue painted:
Alas, dead Vertue! Thus these Times doo vse-thee:
Yet, if all hands, yet if all hearts refuse-thee,
Remain Thou ever in these Songs imprinted.
As fiercest Lion, freiting in his Cage,
Is somtimes calmed with harmonious sounding
Of Lyrike Strings, and made to leave his Rage,
Let go his Prey, and fall to Dance-like bounding:
So, the vain World, in Pangs and Passions flinging,
Charm'd (as it were) and bound with seventy Chains,
It's Fits and Phansies, for a while, refrains;
Heer, to it Self, it Selfe's Inconstance singing.
FINIS.
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