Men-Miracles With other Poemes. By M. LL. St [i.e.Martin Lluelyn] |
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To the same.
Madam,
Tis an injustice Cambridge will not owne:
You needs must be admir'd, or but halfe known.
Your presence may command respect and price,
Else Jewels doe want lustre, or men Eyes.
The Shire was then turnd all into the Fennes,
Schollers to Tygers, Colledges to Dennes:
Else Antique Manuscripts had beene laid by,
And Reverend Monsters which in Parchment ly,
Nor each inquisitive braine-impar'd the growth,
Of gray decayes wrought by some Gransire moath:
You had beene all the object, who gaze int
Confesse they never read a fairer print.
You needs must be admir'd, or but halfe known.
Your presence may command respect and price,
Else Jewels doe want lustre, or men Eyes.
The Shire was then turnd all into the Fennes,
Schollers to Tygers, Colledges to Dennes:
Else Antique Manuscripts had beene laid by,
And Reverend Monsters which in Parchment ly,
Nor each inquisitive braine-impar'd the growth,
Of gray decayes wrought by some Gransire moath:
You had beene all the object, who gaze int
Confesse they never read a fairer print.
Next since you slender Piles to Columnes raise,
And honour truth with the faire name of praise.
Let me assure you, Madam, all our might,
Is but a weake attempt to doe you right.
Tis but a faint Reflexion, nor may passe
But as your Beauty is showne lesse by th'Glasse.
They that arraigne a chast and virtuous name,
And sit upon the Life and Death of Fame.
Sessions of beauties will admire you ore,
And Juries of twelve Ladies praise you more.
And honour truth with the faire name of praise.
Let me assure you, Madam, all our might,
Is but a weake attempt to doe you right.
Tis but a faint Reflexion, nor may passe
But as your Beauty is showne lesse by th'Glasse.
They that arraigne a chast and virtuous name,
And sit upon the Life and Death of Fame.
Sessions of beauties will admire you ore,
And Juries of twelve Ladies praise you more.
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Then for your Votes, should mine be like his state,
Who dreams of Miters and was Bishop straight.
In all that honour'd pompe still you should see
Lawne sleeves submit to your chast Tiffany.
But if some sullen starre confine this Trunke,
To Colledge Hermite, or a closter'd Munke,
Still shall my zeale retir'd presume to paint,
You as its wonder now, so then its Saint.
Who dreams of Miters and was Bishop straight.
In all that honour'd pompe still you should see
Lawne sleeves submit to your chast Tiffany.
But if some sullen starre confine this Trunke,
To Colledge Hermite, or a closter'd Munke,
Still shall my zeale retir'd presume to paint,
You as its wonder now, so then its Saint.
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