The Passionate Poet With a Description of the Thracian Ismarus. By T. P. [i.e. Thomas Powell] |
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The Tamarix. |
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The Tamarix.
Mutuall parts and Symphonie
Of the Vine and Tamarix tree.
Of the Vine and Tamarix tree.
I sing of Tamarix that Thracian Plant,
A tree which all vnciuill Nations want:
For why? in peacefull soyle t'is onely found,
And cannot prosper in dissentious ground.
It growes at Thrace, yet not aboundanthe,
For husbandmen do much mistake this tree:
Because there are so many sembling kinds,
Whose searie truncks no Myricke sap designes.
There is one noble Tamarix, for her site,
No vpland Thracian but an Ismarite.
There thriues it best, and in her better thriuing,
Requires to ripenesse mickle times detriuing;
And when maturitie presents it selfe
In flowers, which are her only Myricke wealth,
Some enuious blast disseuers all her leaues,
And on his wings transfers them to the Seas.
Through many tedious seasons thee presents them,
And still the Wind or reaues or els preuents them,
Some say our Tamarix doth insert the Rose.
As doth the Sea that by obseruance flowes
Or ebs vnto the Moone, that that affects
No tree so much, as this of Tamarix,
Yea, and they be so mutually affin'd,
That either seemes on other to depend;
Nor can the Rose vnto her selfe so wither,
As that our Tamarix perish not together;
Nor Myricke so impropriate in his fall,
But Rose must needs be inward therewithall.
Well may the Curclew yeeld herselfe reliefe,
But these implore as they impart their griefe.
The one vnable to erect his head,
If not suffulc't, suborn'd, and furthered,
By his correllatiue; such sympathie
Confirmes them both, when in their seigniorie.
And now it seemes to me yong Herborist,
That Rose and Tamarix should be at the highest,
As I confer this season with times past,
Not that my hopes expected haue their last.
A tree which all vnciuill Nations want:
For why? in peacefull soyle t'is onely found,
And cannot prosper in dissentious ground.
It growes at Thrace, yet not aboundanthe,
For husbandmen do much mistake this tree:
Because there are so many sembling kinds,
Whose searie truncks no Myricke sap designes.
There is one noble Tamarix, for her site,
No vpland Thracian but an Ismarite.
There thriues it best, and in her better thriuing,
Requires to ripenesse mickle times detriuing;
And when maturitie presents it selfe
In flowers, which are her only Myricke wealth,
Some enuious blast disseuers all her leaues,
And on his wings transfers them to the Seas.
Through many tedious seasons thee presents them,
And still the Wind or reaues or els preuents them,
Some say our Tamarix doth insert the Rose.
As doth the Sea that by obseruance flowes
Or ebs vnto the Moone, that that affects
No tree so much, as this of Tamarix,
Yea, and they be so mutually affin'd,
That either seemes on other to depend;
Nor can the Rose vnto her selfe so wither,
As that our Tamarix perish not together;
Nor Myricke so impropriate in his fall,
Well may the Curclew yeeld herselfe reliefe,
But these implore as they impart their griefe.
The one vnable to erect his head,
If not suffulc't, suborn'd, and furthered,
By his correllatiue; such sympathie
Confirmes them both, when in their seigniorie.
And now it seemes to me yong Herborist,
That Rose and Tamarix should be at the highest,
As I confer this season with times past,
Not that my hopes expected haue their last.
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