The Passionate Poet With a Description of the Thracian Ismarus. By T. P. [i.e. Thomas Powell] |
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I. P. to the Author.
One is the streame that flowes in both our vaynes,Our name, our fortunes, blind of disproportion:
And shall a kinsmans interest restraine?
Thy due forbids suspect such darke extortion.
I'le straine my selfe to praise, and not exceed
Th' abounded boundes of thy deseruing meed.
How well these Hæmaroides of thy wit
Decipher to our Artists Artes true vices!
How well do'st thou thy selfe, thy selfe acquit,
Assuming that contempt which thence ariseth!
Laying thy stage in Thracian Ismarus,
A modell of this vniuerse diffuse;
In it conuai'd a Theme of seriousnes,
Of weilding common and the states affaires;
Pretending fable, where lies nothing lesse,
Onely to call away seuerer eares.
What neede he couch in morall, or els feare,
Whose lines are modest to the most seuere?
And such are thine from meeker spirit flowing;
Cherish that spirit in her towardnesse:
So shall thy labors with my praises growing
Be registred, (suspition in recesse.)
Beleeue it, I suspire no fresher aire,
Then are my hopes of thee, and they stand faire.
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