Beati Pacifici A Divine Poem. Written to the Kings Most Excellent Maiestie. By Sir Iohn Stradling |
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Another of the same, by way of Reply, To the Author.
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Another of the same, by way of Reply, To the Author.
Whereas you write, my censure sauours rather,
Of friend, then Iudgmēt: though i'le not deny
That title holds in me Supremacy:
Yet, as I flew, with iudgement I did gather
Those honey-sweets, that had a stranger writ,
I would haue prais'd the worth I found in it.
Of friend, then Iudgmēt: though i'le not deny
That title holds in me Supremacy:
Yet, as I flew, with iudgement I did gather
Those honey-sweets, that had a stranger writ,
I would haue prais'd the worth I found in it.
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Your Subiect, Peace: your Obiect, Peace: your aime,
Peace to good men, exprest in peacefull vaine,
A smooth-delighting, and perswasiue straine.
And shall not then your peacefull Poem claime
The fruit of Peace? Eternitie is due,
As birth-right vnto Peace, and so to you.
Peace to good men, exprest in peacefull vaine,
A smooth-delighting, and perswasiue straine.
And shall not then your peacefull Poem claime
The fruit of Peace? Eternitie is due,
As birth-right vnto Peace, and so to you.
Both men of Peace and Warre will reade your Layes,
And gather thence the hony of delight:
Captaines from causelesse warres you doe affright,
Yet so, as that, Warre breeding Peace, you praise.
Shall all men reade, and Peace her birthright giue,
And may not I pronounce, Your Layes shall liue?
And gather thence the hony of delight:
Captaines from causelesse warres you doe affright,
Yet so, as that, Warre breeding Peace, you praise.
Shall all men reade, and Peace her birthright giue,
And may not I pronounce, Your Layes shall liue?
I will not then. Your pleasant Hymne shall cease,
When that the Spring of Helicon is drie,
The Muses losing skill of Poesie;
And bloodie Warre triumpheth ouer peace.
Till then, my former censure I auerre,
So perfect Criticke, that it cannot erre.
When that the Spring of Helicon is drie,
The Muses losing skill of Poesie;
And bloodie Warre triumpheth ouer peace.
Till then, my former censure I auerre,
So perfect Criticke, that it cannot erre.
Ra. Bussie.
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