The Poems of Thomas Pestell Edited with an account of his life and work by Hannah Buchan |
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A Song of & to the D. of Sarum |
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A Song of & to the D. of Sarum
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My noble Deane, there bee beneath my PrayseThings Scansorie; ordaind to cracke & blaze,
Imperfect meteors; most vnequall mixt;
But you so brauely fixt
In starrlike Splendor, Sweet & natiue rayes
Alltho you need it not; I needs must prayse.
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Earth's Sonnes be proud, who fight to skale the skieLike stubborne vapors when exhal'd on high;
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To hurle an Influence;
Whyle Worth-full mynds advancd to powrefull place
More lowlie waxe, & shine in better Grace.
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Poore Snayles be proud, whose gold & siluer slimeBetray the guiltie path, by wch they clymbe;
Keepe close in painted shells; or stretching show
Their hornes to vs belowe;
Whyle featherd Soules, on wings of Learned & Good
Sing sweetest notes, & best are vnderstood.
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As Drinks & Poysons, fyre & freeze the blood,Promotion works; if not both Great & Good
The taking Stomach proues; or if it not
Take that rare Antydote
Of Temper Iust: Which in his owne depth dwells
Like a full Sea: which neither shrinks, nor swells.
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My Prophecies, your merrits, now are come,Full neare Episcopabilissimum.
The morall of this Song will soone appeare
When once you fill that spheare,
And fayre refreshing radiance to me lend
Me your worst Servant, most vnworthie frend.
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