Love's Dialect or; Poeticall Varieties; Digested Into a Miscelanie of various fancies. Composed by Tho. Iordan |
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To Mr. Thomas Jordan on his Fancies.
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To Mr. Thomas Jordan on his Fancies.
I read
thy Fancies; wondred how
Such streames of wit should from thee flow,
Friend Iordan; I nere thought thy head
(Like Nile's scarce yet discovered)
Would so breake out; but now I am
Pleas'd with the knowledge whence they came.
Such streames of wit should from thee flow,
Friend Iordan; I nere thought thy head
(Like Nile's scarce yet discovered)
Would so breake out; but now I am
Pleas'd with the knowledge whence they came.
Some Poetasters of the times,
That dabble in the Lake of Rhimes;
Care not, so they be in Print
What sordid trash or stuffe is in't.
There are too many such I feare
That make Bookes cheape and Paper deare.
That dabble in the Lake of Rhimes;
Care not, so they be in Print
What sordid trash or stuffe is in't.
There are too many such I feare
That make Bookes cheape and Paper deare.
But thou art Poesie's true sonne,
The Issue of thy braine doth runne
With well digested matter, thine,
Are Morall some, and some Divine,
Some Satyrs some love's Rapsodies,
The dead live by thy Elegies.
We that are old in th'art must leake,
And worne with often usage breake;
Thy yonger pot the Muses will
With their best waters alwayes fill;
When we are gone, the World shall see,
A full-brim'd Helicon in thee.
The Issue of thy braine doth runne
With well digested matter, thine,
Are Morall some, and some Divine,
Some Satyrs some love's Rapsodies,
The dead live by thy Elegies.
We that are old in th'art must leake,
And worne with often usage breake;
Thy yonger pot the Muses will
With their best waters alwayes fill;
When we are gone, the World shall see,
A full-brim'd Helicon in thee.
Tho. Nabbes.
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