Amorea, The Lost Lover Or The Idea of Love and Misfortune. Being Poems, Sonets, Songs, Odes, Pastoral, Elegies, Lyrick Poems, and Epigrams. Never before printed. Written by Pathericke Jenkin |
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A Contention between a Poet and a Limner.
Poet.I'me noble Poetrie, and what are you?
Limbner.
I am the nobler Science of the two.
Poet.
The nobler Science, tell me how? I can
Write any thing of men.
Limb.
I make the man.
Poet.
I write of Courts, of Princes, and high things.
Limbner.
I draw the lively Portraiture of Kings.
Poet.
I shew the very mind of men in books.
Limbner.
'Tis true, but I do shew their mind in looks.
Poet.
I am wits High-priest for I can inspire.
All those that read my works with sacred fire.
Limbner.
And I can boast my skill is from above,
For thousands seeing of my Pieces, love.
Poet.
I'me alwaies read with wonder and delight.
Limbner.
I know you charm the ear; I charm the sight.
Poet.
Your Art is to be learned, many do it;
There's none can be Apprentise to a Poet.
Limbner.
I must confess you are ingenuous:
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Poet.
That you are noble souls, all say as much,
But you are poor.
Limb.
Were ever Poets rich?
Poet.
I treat of souls of men, you but of faces.
I'me kin unto the Muses.
Limb.
I to th'Graces.
Poet.
I make men live to perpetuity.
Limbner.
I make them live as long by similie.
Poet.
VVell, when your dead I'le write an Eligie,
And set it on your Hearse; thus it shall be,
And set it on your Hearse; thus it shall be,
Here lies Arts-master, whose lov'd-name shall stand,
Writ in gold Letters by a Poet's hand,
In Great Apollo's Temple, there to be
In the next place to lofty Poetrie.
Writ in gold Letters by a Poet's hand,
In Great Apollo's Temple, there to be
In the next place to lofty Poetrie.
Limbner.
And if you die before me, to be sure
Your name shall alwaies live by Portraiture.
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