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(by Poeticall Essaies): Through a VVorld of amorous Sonnets, Soule-passions, and other Passages, Diuine, Philosophicall, Morall, Poeticall, and Politicall. By Iohn Davies
  

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Stultus stulta loquitur.
  
  
  
  
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Stultus stulta loquitur.

Thoughts wel conceiued and words as faire, as fitt
Al souldred with substancial semitry
Best showes the life of Iudgement, Arte and Wit,
Which best Pens haue worst labor to discrye.
This is a grace that glorifies the Pen:
That imps Fames wings to make her further flee,
This is (like god) but seldome seene with men:
Though in men by his power, and grace he be.
Yet al suppose (thot cân but draw a Line
That they can drawe the picture of this Power


And that their workmanship is so diuine
That like that Grace, it euer should endure.
And through that self-conceit That is conceaud
Which they do daily labour (in great paine)
To bring to light, which by the World recean'd,
Makes her Armes wery long it to sustaine.
It often proues such spritelesse heauy Stuffe
(As much mishapt as black, or Mistical:
Yet ween they, They giue Rudenesse such a Cuff
As turns him round, and breaks his neck withal:
For Self-conceit will not perswaded be
But that hir Bird is fairst, though black and fowle;
Cheifly if she in night of Mystery
See best abrode to wander like an Owle.
Pens, whither will you? whither will ye flee
Aboue the Compasse of your natiue powr?
O senselesse Things! will you still Doing be
The Muses, to their shame, thus to deflowr?
Cease, or take Nectar out of Helicon,
And let it flow from you as from that Fount;
Such, only such, do Fames Wings pynion,
But others make but gaggling Geese to mount.
Yet, if you ween you were for Motion made,
And were in motion while in Wings you were
Fall to a Notary, or Scriuners Trade,
Then may you moue right being in your Spheare.
But ô! to register the Acts of Wit
Forbeare, deer Pens, that make your selues so cheape;
Sith for that Office you are far vnfit,
And for your Laboure sowne, but Laughter reape:
But if you'l needs be Lyning, yet take breth
Least all the World do laugh your Lynes to death.