The Lady-Errant A Tragi-Comedy |
To the Memory of the most Ingenious
and Vertuous Gentleman Mr Wil: Cartvvright, my much valued Friend.
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To the Memory of the most Ingenious and Vertuous Gentleman Mr Wil: Cartvvright, my much valued Friend.
Stay , Prince of Phansie, stay, we are not fitTo welcome or Admire thy Raptures yet;
Such horrid Ignorance benights our Times,
That Wit and Honour are become our Crimes:
But when those happy Pow'rs that guard thy Dust,
To us and to thy Memory shall be just,
And by a Flame from thy bless'd Genius lent,
Shall rescue us from this dull Imprisonment,
Unsequester our Phansies, and create
A Worth that may upon thy Glories wait;
Then we shall understand thee, and descry
The Splendour of Restored Poetry.
Till then, let no bold Hand prophane thy Shrine,
'Tis High Wit-Treason to debase thy Coyn.
K. P.
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