Poems and Songs by Thomas Flatman. The Fourth Edition with many Additions and Amendments |
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To my Friend Mr. THOMAS FLATMAN, On the Publishing of these his POEMS.
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To my Friend Mr. THOMAS FLATMAN, On the Publishing of these his POEMS.
Let not (my Friend) th' incredulous Sceptick Man
Dispute what Potent Art and Nature can!
Let him believe, the Birds that did bemoan
The loss of Zeuxis Grapes in Queru'lous Tone,
Were Silenc'd by a Painted Dragon, found
A Telesme to restrain their chatt'ring sound,
And that one made a Mistress could inforce
A Neighing sigh, ev'n from a Stallion Horse!
Let old Timanthes now unveil the Face
Of his Atrides, thou't give Sorrow grace!
Now may Parrhasius let his Curtain stand!
And great Protogenes take off his Hand!
For all that Lying Greece and Latium too
Have told us of, Thou (only thou) mak'st true.
And all the Miracles which they could show,
Remain no longer Faith; but Science now.
Thou do'st those things that no man else durst do,
Thou Paint'st the lightning, and the thunder too!
The Soul and Voice!
Dispute what Potent Art and Nature can!
Let him believe, the Birds that did bemoan
The loss of Zeuxis Grapes in Queru'lous Tone,
Were Silenc'd by a Painted Dragon, found
A Telesme to restrain their chatt'ring sound,
And that one made a Mistress could inforce
A Neighing sigh, ev'n from a Stallion Horse!
Let old Timanthes now unveil the Face
Of his Atrides, thou't give Sorrow grace!
Now may Parrhasius let his Curtain stand!
And great Protogenes take off his Hand!
For all that Lying Greece and Latium too
Have told us of, Thou (only thou) mak'st true.
Remain no longer Faith; but Science now.
Thou do'st those things that no man else durst do,
Thou Paint'st the lightning, and the thunder too!
The Soul and Voice!
Thou'lt make Turks, Jews, with Romanists consent,
To break the Second great Commandement:
And them persuade an Adoration giv'd
In Picture, will as grateful be to Heav'n
As one in Metre. Th' Art is in Excess;
But yet thy Ingenuity makes it less.
With Pen and Pencil thou dost all out-shine,
In Speaking Picture, Poesie Divine.
Poets, Creators are! You made us Know
Those are Above, and Dread those are Below;
But 'tis no Wonder you such things can Dare,
That Painter, Poet, and a Prophet are.
The Stars themselves, think it no scorn to be
Plac'd, and Directed in their Way by Thee.
Thou Know'st their Virtue, and their Situation,
The Fate of Years, and every great Mutation,
With the same Kindness let them look on Earth;
As when they gave thee first thy happy Birth!
To sober Saturn Aspects, Cynthia bright,
Resigning Hers, to give us thy New Light.
The Gentle Venus rose with Mercury,
(Presage of Softness in thy Poesie)
And Jove, and Mars in Amicable Trine
Do still give Spirit to thy Polish'd Line.
Thou mayst do what thou wilt without controul:
Only thy self and Heav'n can Paint thy Soul.
To break the Second great Commandement:
And them persuade an Adoration giv'd
In Picture, will as grateful be to Heav'n
As one in Metre. Th' Art is in Excess;
But yet thy Ingenuity makes it less.
With Pen and Pencil thou dost all out-shine,
In Speaking Picture, Poesie Divine.
Poets, Creators are! You made us Know
Those are Above, and Dread those are Below;
But 'tis no Wonder you such things can Dare,
That Painter, Poet, and a Prophet are.
The Stars themselves, think it no scorn to be
Plac'd, and Directed in their Way by Thee.
The Fate of Years, and every great Mutation,
With the same Kindness let them look on Earth;
As when they gave thee first thy happy Birth!
To sober Saturn Aspects, Cynthia bright,
Resigning Hers, to give us thy New Light.
The Gentle Venus rose with Mercury,
(Presage of Softness in thy Poesie)
And Jove, and Mars in Amicable Trine
Do still give Spirit to thy Polish'd Line.
Thou mayst do what thou wilt without controul:
Only thy self and Heav'n can Paint thy Soul.
FRAN. BARNARD M. D.
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