Fovre bookes of Du Bartas I. The Arke, II. Babylon, III. The Colonnyes, IIII. The Columues or Pyllars: In French and English, for the Instrvction and Pleasvre of Svch as Delight in Both Langvages. By William Lisle ... Together with a large Commentary by S. G. S |
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Behold as carren crowes with fanny wings oreflie
The Manna-dropping woods of happy Arabie:
And reckning light the lawns and gardens of delight,
Whose ammell beds perfume the skie both day and night,
Seiz-on with glouton beaks, or rath'r anatomize
Some executed corse all-rotting as it lies:
Or as young Painters wont with bungling penecyll
Good features of a face to misse, and hit what's ill;
To draw with little heed what ere is faire to see,
And more then duly marke the least deformitie,
A mole, a wart, a wen, a brow or lip too-fat,
Or else an eye too deep, or else a nose too flat:
So doe the spightfull sonnes of Satan prince of Hell
Spoonge with forgetfulnesse the shew of all that's well,
And biting lip thereat, cast venom of their eyes
Vpon the lightest faults of mens infirmities:
They laugh at others hurt, and sound through-out all ages
The very least escapes of greatest personages.
So shamelesse Cham beheld his drunken fathers shame,
It shew'd, and laught thereat, and made thereof a game.
The Manna-dropping woods of happy Arabie:
And reckning light the lawns and gardens of delight,
Whose ammell beds perfume the skie both day and night,
Seiz-on with glouton beaks, or rath'r anatomize
Some executed corse all-rotting as it lies:
Or as young Painters wont with bungling penecyll
Good features of a face to misse, and hit what's ill;
To draw with little heed what ere is faire to see,
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A mole, a wart, a wen, a brow or lip too-fat,
Or else an eye too deep, or else a nose too flat:
So doe the spightfull sonnes of Satan prince of Hell
Spoonge with forgetfulnesse the shew of all that's well,
And biting lip thereat, cast venom of their eyes
Vpon the lightest faults of mens infirmities:
They laugh at others hurt, and sound through-out all ages
The very least escapes of greatest personages.
So shamelesse Cham beheld his drunken fathers shame,
It shew'd, and laught thereat, and made thereof a game.
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