Poems Upon Several Occasions By Benj. Hawkshaw |
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On Dr. G. Reducing the Years to
Terms, which were requisite for
them who took their Bachelours
Degree.
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On Dr. G. Reducing the Years to Terms, which were requisite for them who took their Bachelours Degree.
Pindarick.
I.
Be gone dull lazy Fame, why dost thou stay?Exalt him on the Wings of day;
Speak with as many Tongues, as there shall be
Kingdoms or Nations to be taught by thee;
Inform the World what's done,
What Course is taken here at home,
To stock the World with learned Men,
Tell it them o'er and o'er agen.
Here Solomon is born once more,
Who shall our lost and sleeping Wit restore;
And if a Proselyte shall from a-far,
Point to the West, be thou his leading Star.
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II.
Since the unhappy FallA Curse has been entail'd on all,
Like younger Brothers w'are oblig'd to share
Th' Estate of Learning, tho' the whole's but small;
But to our great Professor's Chair
All Learning is ally'd, and claims the Throne,
As a vast Species alone.
Happy I am that I was born to see
The Phœnix, sitting on his spicy Tree.
Noah restor'd the delug'd World,
Who suffer'd Shipwrack in their Houses, hurl'd
By one common Fate, but Gower alone is he
Who Paradise when lost, restor'd the Tree;
The Tree of Knowledge mighty fair,
As what's engrafted on, must surely bear.
III.
Before you came the Oracles were silent all,None ever by this way did call;
Wit in Consumption was, and ev'ry Clown
With Liberty cou'd wear a Scholar's Gown.
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And fly to Wars from which he lately came,
A Lure cou'd call them all away,
'Twas four Years space at last that Crown'd the day.
But you, Lycurgus, like do now restore
Much more than what we ever lost before;
You are our Athen's Prop, our Muses's Friend,
A happier Gift the Gods could never send.
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