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The poems of George Daniel

... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes

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104

Proportion.

Man, (Screen'd, by Flesh and Blood, and wrapt within
Th' impenetrable Curtaine of his Skin),
How shall wee pourtray out? what antique Qvill,
Or famous Moderne, boasts of such a Skill?
Not great Apelles, nor fam'd Titian
Had anie Colour for the inward Man:
Much Celebrated Angelo could give
Life to his worke almost, in perspective;
And our late honoured Vandike may raise
Himselfe a Trophie, from another's Face;
But this exceeds their Cunning; all wee know
Of this, rests in our Selves, & what wee owe
Vnto Philosophie; whose gentle hand
Can put aside the vaile; and then wee Stand
Naked and plaine;
As in the outward face, and all the parts
Exterior. Each severall imparts
A diverse ffeature; & noe two can bee
Soe like in Face, such Twinns in Symmetrie,
But a discerning Eye may eas'ly find
A difference. Soe is it in the Mind;

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Noe two, in the same Mold; and vnto Each,
(As in the Bodie Naturall), his pitch
Is limited, and not one Inch can adde
In Stature, to the measure that he had;
Nor Change his Face to a Complexion
Fairer then that which Nature made his owne.
Soe is the diverse Face of Reason; and
The vnderstanding, cannot put a hand,
Beyond that Reine.
It now appeares, as plainly to my Eye,
The Mind and Intellectuall Phisniomie,
As the Corporeall Shape; and I perceive
The same Discordances which wee conceive
In all exterior formes; and Each man best
Suits with his proper owne. Can I divest
My Swartie Hewe? and put vpon my face
A better Tincture? or new features place
Where the old were imperfect? Neither may
I put away my Reason, though it Stray
And be a Monster to another's Eyes!
Yet knitt soe Close vnto my ffaculties
It cannot part; noe more, then heat from fire;—
A Qvalitie Inherent and Entire:
It is the Same,
In vnderstanding, given severallie
To the proportion; & shall therefore I
Despise my selfe? because my Stature is
Perhaps an Inch or Cubit below his.

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Because he (with a longer Arme) can reach
That thing, with Ease, which I with all my Stretch
Cannot attaine. There is a height beyond
His vtmost. Man, is all of Pigmey kind;
And though our Giant vnderstandings reare
Themselves on Tiptoes, to the wishéd Sphere,
How are they lesse then Nothing? & his leape
Is but to fall againe; whilst others reape
A larger Harvest, with a lesser Toyle.
But noe man has the Stocke; noe Inke, nor oyle,
Can bring a Name,
Beyond his Circumscribéd Power. Wee All
Have proper Motions; and they rise, to fall
Vnpittied, who adventure on a path
Of soe much ruine, as noe lesse then Death
Attends each Step. Yet man, in Time, be wise;
Bee thy owne Mirror; See Deformities
As well as Beauties; and correct them there,
With as much Diligence, and as great Care,
As in a glass, thy face, should'st thou perceive
A Spott, to lessen Beautie. 'Tis, beleive,
More worth thy Care, to rectifye this part
Then all thy Face; Bee happie, as thou art;
That is, Bee pleaséd with thy owne; and See
Some Creatures Creepe, as well as others Flee.