The Glvttons Feaver VVritten by Thomas Bancroft |
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To his friend Mr. Bancroft, on his Poeme
stil'd, The Gluttons Feauer.
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To his friend Mr. Bancroft, on his Poeme stil'd, The Gluttons Feauer.
Bancroft, the neate description of thy dreameHath rouz'd my sleepy Muse vnto a theame,
That may deserue a Phænix quill; but mine
'S too dull, to praise thy verse, that's rare, diuine.
Me thinkes, I may to Dives Feast compare
Thy wel-disht Poeme: thou hast dainty fare,
As once he had: the difference is this:
His niggardly was spar'd, thine freely is
Bestow'd on all: but doth't in that alone
Dissent? no his had scrappes, but thine hath none:
Which being compleat, let them for euer fast,
And on the Sullen die, that will not tast.
Thou wast asleeps thou say'st, when that thy braine
Did fancie this; sleep so, yet wake againe:
If thus thy Muse can warble on a dreame,
O how 'twill rauish on a waking theame!
When Sol salutes the Tropickes with a ray,
He straight withdrawes, recoiles, and glides away;
But that thy lustre may transcend the Sunne,
Goe on faire Muse, that brauely hast begun.
Tho: Dixie Gent.
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