Love's Dialect or; Poeticall Varieties; Digested Into a Miscelanie of various fancies. Composed by Tho. Iordan |
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On my Friend and adopted sonne Mr. Thomas Jordan the Infant-Poet of our Age.
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On my Friend and adopted sonne Mr. Thomas Jordan the Infant-Poet of our Age.
From
smallest Springs, arise the greatest streames,
Thou hast begun well; who dares hinder thee
Still to goe forward, and dilate thy beames,
T'acquaint the world with thy sweete Poetry.
Thou hast begun well; who dares hinder thee
Still to goe forward, and dilate thy beames,
T'acquaint the world with thy sweete Poetry.
Speake still in tune, hide not thy worth but shew it,
That men may say, th'art borne not made a Poet.
And he that fayles thy growing Muse to cherish,
May his fixt hopes in expectation perish.
That men may say, th'art borne not made a Poet.
And he that fayles thy growing Muse to cherish,
May his fixt hopes in expectation perish.
Thine (sance Complement) J. B.
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