[David, King of Israel Davids] Troubles Remembered [by Robert Aylett] |
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To the worthy Author of this Divine Poem. |
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To the worthy Author of this Divine Poem.
Order
and Number set the World in frame,
Tun'd the harmonious Spheres, made memory
A Cabinet, to eternize Mans fame,
And to Record th' eternall Deity,
All Verses rellish not of Levitie.
Who saith, true Poesie is not Divine,
Knows not the Hebrew Hymn, nor hath read thine.
Tun'd the harmonious Spheres, made memory
A Cabinet, to eternize Mans fame,
And to Record th' eternall Deity,
All Verses rellish not of Levitie.
Who saith, true Poesie is not Divine,
Knows not the Hebrew Hymn, nor hath read thine.
Should I beleeve a Metempsychosis,
Isha's sonnes soule silenc'd by his last fate,
I'de sweare inform'd thy body, and made this
Vse of thy Peace, to draw his trouble's State,
That others might take heed, ere 'tis too late.
Church and State Hypocrites, in their owne trap,
To catch, though maskt & lul'd in fortunes lap.
Isha's sonnes soule silenc'd by his last fate,
I'de sweare inform'd thy body, and made this
Vse of thy Peace, to draw his trouble's State,
That others might take heed, ere 'tis too late.
Church and State Hypocrites, in their owne trap,
To catch, though maskt & lul'd in fortunes lap.
Follow thy Prophet, Poets follow thee,
Till they have learn'd to leave Venerian Rimes,
And thou hast taught religious Historie,
Affords the proper Sonnets of our times,
Best Organs Canzons, true cœlestiall Chimes;
So having penned Odes for Davids Lyre,
Goe, helpe to chaunt them in the Angels Quire.
Till they have learn'd to leave Venerian Rimes,
And thou hast taught religious Historie,
Affords the proper Sonnets of our times,
Best Organs Canzons, true cœlestiall Chimes;
So having penned Odes for Davids Lyre,
Goe, helpe to chaunt them in the Angels Quire.
Rob. Sybthorp.
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