The Golden Aphroditis A pleasant discourse, penned by John Grange ... Whereunto be annexed by the same Authour asvvell certayne Metres upon sundry poyntes, as also divers Pamphlets in prose, which he entituleth His Garden: pleasant to the eare, and delightful to the Reader, if he abuse not the scente of the floures |
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W. S. in commendation of the Aucthor. |
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W. S. in commendation of the Aucthor.
Of siluer pure thy penne is made, dipte in the Muses well,Thy Eloquence and loftie style all other doth excell:
Thy wisedome great and secrete sense diffusedly disguysde,
Doth shew how Pallas rules thy minde, and Phœbus hath deuisde
Those Golden lines, which polisht are with Tagus glittring sandes.
A pallace playne of pleasures great vnto the vewers handes.
Thy learning doth bewray it selfe and worthie prayse dothe craue,
VVho so thee knew, did little thinke suche learning thee to haue.
Here Vertue seemes to checke at Vice, and wisedome folly tauntes:
Here Venus she is set at naught, and Dame Diane she vauntes:
Here Pallas Cupid doth detest, and all his carpet knightes:
Here doth she shew, that youthfull impes in folly most delightes.
And how when age comes creeping on, with shewe of hoary heares,
Then they the losse of time repent, with sobbes and brynish teares.
Thou Ambodexter playste herein, to take the first rebounde,
And for to shew thy minde at large, in earth doth the same cōpound:
So that Apollo claddes his corps all with Morychus clothes,
And shewes himself still friendliest there, where most of al he lothes.
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