Amanda A Sacrifice To an Unknown Goddesse, or, A Free-Will Offering Of a loving Heart to a Sweet-Heart. By N. H. [i.e. Nicholas Hookes] |
Upon his ingenious friend's most ingenious Poeme, intituled Amanda. |
Amanda | ||
Upon his ingenious friend's most ingenious Poeme, intituled Amanda.
I am mistaken, 'tis not he,
Though Doctour of loves Harmonie;
The Musick of all Plato's blisse,
But a Præludium was to this.
Sure 'tis some nobler genius, one
That teaches him perfection
In s Song, whilst he was penning it,
His lips drop't honey as he writ.
Nay tis more heav'nly, more divine,
Sweet Nectar flowes from ev'ry line,
Whil'st he did quaffe the gods Canarie.
An Angel was his Secretarie.
Though Doctour of loves Harmonie;
The Musick of all Plato's blisse,
But a Præludium was to this.
Sure 'tis some nobler genius, one
That teaches him perfection
In s Song, whilst he was penning it,
His lips drop't honey as he writ.
Nay tis more heav'nly, more divine,
Sweet Nectar flowes from ev'ry line,
Whil'st he did quaffe the gods Canarie.
An Angel was his Secretarie.
'Tis pure, although not sanctifi'd,
Clean gold, and current, though untri'd,
A piece as full of beauty, as
The Authors fairest object was.
Nor lesse inimitable then
That mirrour, which if ever seen,
Never exprest by th'best conceit,
For who can reach his fancies height.
It makes a question whether she
Or it, be th' greatest raritie.
Such as some think soar'd above,
And took from thence this grace for love;
No, no, it hover'd 'bout his minde,
Amanda there a Heav'n will finde.
A pretty pertly Cupid here,
A Cherubim residing there.
Love with all her glory waiting,
And thus innocently prating,
As if that were a wile to balk
The Justice to do nought but talk.
Reade him you must, admire him too,
Courting Amanda, he'l winne you.
Clean gold, and current, though untri'd,
A piece as full of beauty, as
The Authors fairest object was.
Nor lesse inimitable then
That mirrour, which if ever seen,
Never exprest by th'best conceit,
For who can reach his fancies height.
It makes a question whether she
Or it, be th' greatest raritie.
Such as some think soar'd above,
And took from thence this grace for love;
No, no, it hover'd 'bout his minde,
Amanda there a Heav'n will finde.
A Cherubim residing there.
Love with all her glory waiting,
And thus innocently prating,
As if that were a wile to balk
The Justice to do nought but talk.
Reade him you must, admire him too,
Courting Amanda, he'l winne you.
C. IRETON, of Trin. Col. Cambr.
Amanda | ||