Mel Heliconium or, Poeticall Honey, Gathered out of The Weeds of Parnassus ... By Alexander Rosse |
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GORGONES.
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GORGONES.
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Quick-sighted Gorgons still we finde,
Which can abroad each mote espy;
But when they are at home they'r blinde,
And cannot their own beams descry:
Self-love so blindes their minde;
That they see not
Their own foul spot,
Which they in others finde.
Which can abroad each mote espy;
But when they are at home they'r blinde,
And cannot their own beams descry:
Self-love so blindes their minde;
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Their own foul spot,
Which they in others finde.
All those whom Satan would surprise,
And with more ease would overthrow,
He first deprives them of their eyes,
Then kills them with a fatall blow:
If once we lose the eye
Of knowledge, what
Remains, but that
Our soul in sin must dye.
And with more ease would overthrow,
He first deprives them of their eyes,
Then kills them with a fatall blow:
If once we lose the eye
Of knowledge, what
Remains, but that
Our soul in sin must dye.
Who glory in your golden hair,
And in smooth Alablaster skins;
And think with Swans you may compare
In whitenesse, that your cheeks and chins
Can match while Lillies, and
Vermilion,
Yet think upon
The flower that's in your hand.
And in smooth Alablaster skins;
And think with Swans you may compare
In whitenesse, that your cheeks and chins
Can match while Lillies, and
Vermilion,
Yet think upon
The flower that's in your hand.
For as the lustre of the flower
In your hand suddenly decayes,
So beauty fades even in an hower:
With ghastly looks we end our dayes,
No grim-fac'd Gorgon can
With worse aspect
Our hearts deject,
Then pale-fac'd lifelesse man.
In your hand suddenly decayes,
So beauty fades even in an hower:
With ghastly looks we end our dayes,
No grim-fac'd Gorgon can
With worse aspect
Our hearts deject,
Then pale-fac'd lifelesse man.
If thou hadst all perfection
Of beauty which can mortalls grace,
And could'st hold in subjection
All things with thy bewitching face;
Like sparkling stars what though
Thy eyes do shine,
And with divine
Nectar thy lips doth flow.
Of beauty which can mortalls grace,
And could'st hold in subjection
All things with thy bewitching face;
Like sparkling stars what though
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And with divine
Nectar thy lips doth flow.
If thy teeth orient Pearls were,
And were thy neck white ivory,
If Musk, Perfume, or rosed air,
Or Balm could vaporate from thee:
If heav'ns best peece thou wert,
Whose sweet aspect
Could all subject,
And maze each mortall heart.
And were thy neck white ivory,
If Musk, Perfume, or rosed air,
Or Balm could vaporate from thee:
If heav'ns best peece thou wert,
Whose sweet aspect
Could all subject,
And maze each mortall heart.
Yet shall these rare endowments all
Prove in the end but vanity;
Sweet honey shall conclude in gall,
And beauty in deformity;
See then you be not proud
Of that which must
Be laid in dust,
Which Deaths black rail will shroud.
Prove in the end but vanity;
Sweet honey shall conclude in gall,
And beauty in deformity;
See then you be not proud
Of that which must
Be laid in dust,
Which Deaths black rail will shroud.
Take heed likewise you dote not on
Medusa's face and golden locks,
For beauty hath kill'd many a one,
And metamorphos'd men to Rocks:
Then lest it should intice
Thee, guard thy self
From this strange elf,
And hide thy wandring eyes.
Medusa's face and golden locks,
For beauty hath kill'd many a one,
And metamorphos'd men to Rocks:
Then lest it should intice
Thee, guard thy self
From this strange elf,
And hide thy wandring eyes.
Lend me the shield of faith, O Lord,
And helmet of salvation;
And with thy Word that two-edg'd sword
Cut off all foul infection:
Support me with thy grace,
And hide mine eyes,
Lest sin surprise
Me with her Gorgons face.
And helmet of salvation;
And with thy Word that two-edg'd sword
Cut off all foul infection:
Support me with thy grace,
And hide mine eyes,
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Me with her Gorgons face.
O if there were but one fair eye,
Of faith, truth, and religion
Amongst us, O if we could flye
With conquests golden pinion!
And if we could subdue
With brasen hands,
Our captiv'd lands
And circumcised crue.
Of faith, truth, and religion
Amongst us, O if we could flye
With conquests golden pinion!
And if we could subdue
With brasen hands,
Our captiv'd lands
And circumcised crue.
Lord with thy watchfull eye so keep
Thy servant from security,
That he may not be found asleep
By his night-watching enemy:
So with thy grace prevent me,
Lest vanities
My soul intice,
Then in the end torment me.
Thy servant from security,
That he may not be found asleep
By his night-watching enemy:
So with thy grace prevent me,
Lest vanities
My soul intice,
Then in the end torment me.
Great Captain of heavens winged troops,
Redoubted and victorious Knight;
To whose beck man and Angel stoops,
Who puts thy enemies to flight:
Who lets thine arrows flye,
And dies their wings
In blood of Kings
Who will not bow to thee?
Redoubted and victorious Knight;
To whose beck man and Angel stoops,
Who puts thy enemies to flight:
Who lets thine arrows flye,
And dies their wings
In blood of Kings
Who will not bow to thee?
Unsheath thy two-edg'd thundring sword,
Cut off the dreadfull Gorgons head
Which hath bewitch'd my soul, O Lord,
And with grim looks hath struck me dead:
Then will I sound thy praise,
And magnifie
Thy Majesty,
And to thee Trophees raise.
Cut off the dreadfull Gorgons head
Which hath bewitch'd my soul, O Lord,
And with grim looks hath struck me dead:
Then will I sound thy praise,
And magnifie
Thy Majesty,
And to thee Trophees raise.
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