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A SATYR, OCCASIONED BY The Author's Survey of a Scandalous Pamphlet Intituled, The Kings Cabinet Opened. |
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A SATYR, OCCASIONED BY The Author's Survey of a Scandalous Pamphlet Intituled, The Kings Cabinet Opened.
When
Lawes and Princes are despis'd, & cheape,
When High-pitcht Mischeifes all are in the heap;
Returns must still be had; Guilt must strive more
Though not to'Ennoble, yet to Enlarge her store.
Poore cheape Designes! the Rebell now must flie
To Packet Warre, to Paper-Treacherie.
The Basiliskes are turn'd to Closet-Spies,
And to their Pois'nous adde Enquiring eyes.
As Snakes and Serpents should they cast their sting,
Still the same Hate, though not same Poison fling,
And their Vaine teeth to the same point addresse,
With the like Rancor, though unlike Successe:
So those that into undiscerning veines,
Have throwne their Venome-deepe, and their dark stains,
By fraile Advantages, still find it good,
To keepe th' Infection high ith' Peoples Bloud.
When High-pitcht Mischeifes all are in the heap;
Returns must still be had; Guilt must strive more
Though not to'Ennoble, yet to Enlarge her store.
Poore cheape Designes! the Rebell now must flie
To Packet Warre, to Paper-Treacherie.
The Basiliskes are turn'd to Closet-Spies,
And to their Pois'nous adde Enquiring eyes.
As Snakes and Serpents should they cast their sting,
Still the same Hate, though not same Poison fling,
And their Vaine teeth to the same point addresse,
With the like Rancor, though unlike Successe:
So those that into undiscerning veines,
Have throwne their Venome-deepe, and their dark stains,
By fraile Advantages, still find it good,
To keepe th' Infection high ith' Peoples Bloud.
“For Active Treason must be doing still:
“Lest she Unlearne her Art of doing ill.
Who now have waded through all Publicke aw,
Will breake through Secrets, and prophane their Law.
Know you that would their Act and Statute see,
Nature kept Court, and made it her Decree.
“Lest she Unlearne her Art of doing ill.
Who now have waded through all Publicke aw,
Will breake through Secrets, and prophane their Law.
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Nature kept Court, and made it her Decree.
When Angels talke, all their conceipts are brought
From Minde to Minde, and they discourse by Thought;
A Close Idea moves and Silence flies
To post the Message, and dispatch Replies.
And though Ten Legions, in the Round are bent,
They onely heare, to whom the Talk was meant.
Now, though in Men a different Law controules,
And Soules are not Embassadours to Soules:
Nature gave Reason power to finde a way,
Which none but these could venture to betray.
From Minde to Minde, and they discourse by Thought;
A Close Idea moves and Silence flies
To post the Message, and dispatch Replies.
And though Ten Legions, in the Round are bent,
They onely heare, to whom the Talk was meant.
Now, though in Men a different Law controules,
And Soules are not Embassadours to Soules:
Nature gave Reason power to finde a way,
Which none but these could venture to betray.
“Two close safe Paths she did bequeath to men,
“In Presence, Whisper; and at Distance Penne.
Publicke Decrees and Thoughts were else the same,
Nor were it to Converse, but to Proclaime.
Conceipts were else Records, but by this care
Our Thoughts no Commons, but Inclosures are:
What bold Intruders then are who assaile,
To cut their Prince's Hedge, and breake His Pale?
That so Unmanly gaze, and dare be seene
Ev'n then, when He converses with His Queene?
“In Presence, Whisper; and at Distance Penne.
Publicke Decrees and Thoughts were else the same,
Nor were it to Converse, but to Proclaime.
Conceipts were else Records, but by this care
Our Thoughts no Commons, but Inclosures are:
What bold Intruders then are who assaile,
To cut their Prince's Hedge, and breake His Pale?
That so Unmanly gaze, and dare be seene
Ev'n then, when He converses with His Queene?
Yet, as who breaks the Tall Bank's Rising Side,
And all the Shore doth levie with the Tyde,
Doth not confine the Waves to any Bound,
But the whole Streame may gaine upon the Ground;
So these, streight Prospect scorne, and Private Veiw,
“The Crime is small that doth engage a Few.
These Print their shame, they must compleat their Sin,
Not take some Waves, and shut the Sluce agen.
But, to the Rageing of their Sea, they doe
Let in the Madnesse of the People too.
And all the Shore doth levie with the Tyde,
Doth not confine the Waves to any Bound,
But the whole Streame may gaine upon the Ground;
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“The Crime is small that doth engage a Few.
These Print their shame, they must compleat their Sin,
Not take some Waves, and shut the Sluce agen.
But, to the Rageing of their Sea, they doe
Let in the Madnesse of the People too.
But, 'cause the Crime must weare a Maske and Vaile,
And faine the Serpent would conceale his Taile.
No sooner comes the Libell to our veiw,
But see a stay'd, demure, grave preface too:
Which seemes to shew they would not thus intrude,
Nor presse so farre but for the Publicke good;
But as some London Beggers use to stand,
In Grecians Coates with Papers in their hand,
Who are (as them in diff'rent parts we meet)
English at Home, but solemne Greekes ith' street.
Of whom uncloath'd, and when the truth is heard,
Constantinople onely knowes the Beard.
So this sly Masker, lay its Tinsell by,
Is onely Painted Zeale, and Pageantry.
And faine the Serpent would conceale his Taile.
No sooner comes the Libell to our veiw,
But see a stay'd, demure, grave preface too:
Which seemes to shew they would not thus intrude,
Nor presse so farre but for the Publicke good;
But as some London Beggers use to stand,
In Grecians Coates with Papers in their hand,
Who are (as them in diff'rent parts we meet)
English at Home, but solemne Greekes ith' street.
Of whom uncloath'd, and when the truth is heard,
Constantinople onely knowes the Beard.
So this sly Masker, lay its Tinsell by,
Is onely Painted Zeale, and Pageantry.
But for its Light it need no Bushell call,
A Semestresse Thimble would Ecclipse it all.
A Semestresse Thimble would Ecclipse it all.
O! in what meekenesse it pretends to creepe!
How well the Tyger personates the Sheep!
How well the Tyger personates the Sheep!
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It not Returnes ill Language to the King,
Though the next Lines the Psalmes against Him bring,
Then it to th' Businesse comes, and lets us know,
Who reads it either is it's Freind, or Foe.
If Freind, the Scandals all must true appeare:
If Foe (alacke the man is ne're the neere.)
Foe no light moves, no Miracles like those,
Heel say they're not the Kings too, if he please,
And tell us pray, why may'nt your last words stand,
You counterfeite His Seale, why not His Hand?
But to admit. We now deduce and bring,
What after notes clearely imply oth' King.
Though the next Lines the Psalmes against Him bring,
Then it to th' Businesse comes, and lets us know,
Who reads it either is it's Freind, or Foe.
If Freind, the Scandals all must true appeare:
If Foe (alacke the man is ne're the neere.)
Foe no light moves, no Miracles like those,
Heel say they're not the Kings too, if he please,
And tell us pray, why may'nt your last words stand,
You counterfeite His Seale, why not His Hand?
But to admit. We now deduce and bring,
What after notes clearely imply oth' King.
First, They His Consort from His Secrets wrest:
They doe allow the King, but not the Breast.
The Sacred Knot must have a Tye and Force,
To joine their hands, but yet their Thoughts Divorce,
And, as the Ivy weds her Consort-Tree,
Though joynd and close their chast Embraces be,
Yet in those Twines and Circuits we can find,
No Trafficke, no commerce of mind with mind:
So must the sacred Lawes of Marriage peirce,
Here she may Sprout and Grow, but not Converse,
And like a Plant remov'd by Grafters toyle,
She finds, not Nuptials, but a change of Soyle.
England to th' Queene Transplanted thus must prove
No Foraigne Kingdome, but a Foraigne Grove.
They doe allow the King, but not the Breast.
The Sacred Knot must have a Tye and Force,
To joine their hands, but yet their Thoughts Divorce,
And, as the Ivy weds her Consort-Tree,
Though joynd and close their chast Embraces be,
Yet in those Twines and Circuits we can find,
No Trafficke, no commerce of mind with mind:
So must the sacred Lawes of Marriage peirce,
Here she may Sprout and Grow, but not Converse,
And like a Plant remov'd by Grafters toyle,
She finds, not Nuptials, but a change of Soyle.
England to th' Queene Transplanted thus must prove
No Foraigne Kingdome, but a Foraigne Grove.
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But, lest this groundlesse seeme, they reasons vex,
And tell the World She's of the Weaker sex.
In what wilde Braines this madnesse first began!
They're wondrous angry, cause the Queene's no Man.
Fond Sirs forbeare, doe not the world perplex:
Reason and Judgement are not things of Sexe.
Soules and their Faculties were never heard,
To be confin'd to th' Doublet, and the Beard.
Consult one Age from this, and you shall find
A Queene the Glory of your Annals shin'd.
But who to farre and distant Objects flyes,
Must say the Sunne wants Lustre, or he Eyes.
Our Present injur'd Queene returnes that store,
And doth againe, what could be done before:
By the King's Judgement, shewes Her owne is Right,
And still she meets His Ray with her owne Light.
And tell the World She's of the Weaker sex.
In what wilde Braines this madnesse first began!
They're wondrous angry, cause the Queene's no Man.
Fond Sirs forbeare, doe not the world perplex:
Reason and Judgement are not things of Sexe.
Soules and their Faculties were never heard,
To be confin'd to th' Doublet, and the Beard.
Consult one Age from this, and you shall find
A Queene the Glory of your Annals shin'd.
But who to farre and distant Objects flyes,
Must say the Sunne wants Lustre, or he Eyes.
Our Present injur'd Queene returnes that store,
And doth againe, what could be done before:
By the King's Judgement, shewes Her owne is Right,
And still she meets His Ray with her owne Light.
Thus the Wise King to Sheba's Queene was knowne,
Who knew Him Wise by Wisedome of her Owne.
But as all Publike knowledge barr'd must be,
So Houshold-Acts must have their Mysterie:
No circumstance can passe, no servant made,
But must be wrapt in silence and close shade.
One place in Court a Riddle must afford,
Worthy a secret Sybils darke Record.
Who knew Him Wise by Wisedome of her Owne.
But as all Publike knowledge barr'd must be,
So Houshold-Acts must have their Mysterie:
No circumstance can passe, no servant made,
But must be wrapt in silence and close shade.
One place in Court a Riddle must afford,
Worthy a secret Sybils darke Record.
As the Kings acts must all their limits prove,
So their Restraint and Reins must checke his Love.
Esteemes of's Consort by their pitch must flie,
Nor must He Rate His Deere Queenes Health too high.
He must affect thus farre, and then no more;
His Tydes must be proportion'd to their shore;
His Tendernesse their Weights and Ballance weare,
By Graines and Scruples they confine His Care,
But (Savage) know, there can no Ransome be
Poys'd with the Health of such a Queene as Shee.
She that at once such weighty Acts can doe,
That can be Queene and yet negotiate too.
Send and be sent, and without more demurre,
Be both the Queene, and Her Embassadour.
That gives dispatch for Ships, and when she please,
Divides the Empire with the Queene ot'h Seas.
Who dares the Threats of any danger stand,
The stubborne Rocke, or the Devouring Sand.
And though the Sea swell like Her fate, and Grave,
Looke at her Consort, and despise the Wave.
The Captive Queene did (thus) the Tyrant tell,
I am no Captive so my King be well.
By these, her worth and Rate is faintly knowne,
Past stories blush when she erects Her owne.
Search old gray Annals, you may finde at length,
Some Queene in Vigour, and her mid-day strength;
Who in her injured Consorts cause, referres
To Copies glancing at these Acts of Hers.
But if Infirme and Sickly Queenes we scanne,
No story patterns Her, None ever can.
Shew us a Queene fraught with such wide Affaires,
Here private Weaknesse, there a Kingdom's cares,
Perplext and tortur'd from her Rest and ease,
By a Rebellion here, there a Disease:
Advice, and Medcines at one time we veiw,
A Counsell-bord, Bord of Physitians too:
Yet her Capacious Soule both these defeates,
While this Hand holds Instructions, that Receipts.
So their Restraint and Reins must checke his Love.
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Nor must He Rate His Deere Queenes Health too high.
He must affect thus farre, and then no more;
His Tydes must be proportion'd to their shore;
His Tendernesse their Weights and Ballance weare,
By Graines and Scruples they confine His Care,
But (Savage) know, there can no Ransome be
Poys'd with the Health of such a Queene as Shee.
She that at once such weighty Acts can doe,
That can be Queene and yet negotiate too.
Send and be sent, and without more demurre,
Be both the Queene, and Her Embassadour.
That gives dispatch for Ships, and when she please,
Divides the Empire with the Queene ot'h Seas.
Who dares the Threats of any danger stand,
The stubborne Rocke, or the Devouring Sand.
And though the Sea swell like Her fate, and Grave,
Looke at her Consort, and despise the Wave.
The Captive Queene did (thus) the Tyrant tell,
I am no Captive so my King be well.
By these, her worth and Rate is faintly knowne,
Past stories blush when she erects Her owne.
Search old gray Annals, you may finde at length,
Some Queene in Vigour, and her mid-day strength;
Who in her injured Consorts cause, referres
To Copies glancing at these Acts of Hers.
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No story patterns Her, None ever can.
Shew us a Queene fraught with such wide Affaires,
Here private Weaknesse, there a Kingdom's cares,
Perplext and tortur'd from her Rest and ease,
By a Rebellion here, there a Disease:
Advice, and Medcines at one time we veiw,
A Counsell-bord, Bord of Physitians too:
Yet her Capacious Soule both these defeates,
While this Hand holds Instructions, that Receipts.
These are our fam'd Queenes Crimes, but yet one more
Must be the maine Ingredient of the Store.
Which seemes to presse so deepe, there's nought so bright,
But this may sully all it's Lustre quite.
'Tis her Religion's Care: She Tryes Her Powr's
To keep that still, do not we so for Ours?
Why to one Pace so diff'rent shapes have bin?
What Virtue is in Vs, in Her is Sin.
Our Diff'rent Faiths did long together grow,
And neither suffer'd, neither losse did know:
And like astream, which 'twixt two fields doth flow,
Which as it Moistens, so Divides the mtoo:
So did the Kingdoms Law throw Dew and growth,
In weight and just proportion unto both,
And like a parting Current slide along,
To keep them wîde, that neither neither Wrong:
Our Faiths were then but Two, but since a sp'rit
So many Mushrome-Sects rais'd in a Night:
The Protestant (as she could Parties gaine
Who unconcern'd were in the Dregs and staine,)
Did recommend her Votaries, and bring
Her faiht to its Defender, our Just King.
Who with such Zeale hath kept her Rites entire,
As well from Languishing, as from strange Fire:
That still the Censer savours its true Sent,
Without Accession, yet no Perfume spent.
The happy Martyrs find their Faith hath stood
In Him, as when they bath'd it in their blood.
They joy to see, that He his God adores
Not at High-Places, nor at Threshing-floores.
But spight of Scandals payes his homage still
In the Just Beauty of the Sion-Hill.
Must be the maine Ingredient of the Store.
Which seemes to presse so deepe, there's nought so bright,
But this may sully all it's Lustre quite.
'Tis her Religion's Care: She Tryes Her Powr's
To keep that still, do not we so for Ours?
Why to one Pace so diff'rent shapes have bin?
What Virtue is in Vs, in Her is Sin.
Our Diff'rent Faiths did long together grow,
And neither suffer'd, neither losse did know:
And like astream, which 'twixt two fields doth flow,
Which as it Moistens, so Divides the mtoo:
So did the Kingdoms Law throw Dew and growth,
In weight and just proportion unto both,
And like a parting Current slide along,
To keep them wîde, that neither neither Wrong:
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So many Mushrome-Sects rais'd in a Night:
The Protestant (as she could Parties gaine
Who unconcern'd were in the Dregs and staine,)
Did recommend her Votaries, and bring
Her faiht to its Defender, our Just King.
Who with such Zeale hath kept her Rites entire,
As well from Languishing, as from strange Fire:
That still the Censer savours its true Sent,
Without Accession, yet no Perfume spent.
The happy Martyrs find their Faith hath stood
In Him, as when they bath'd it in their blood.
They joy to see, that He his God adores
Not at High-Places, nor at Threshing-floores.
But spight of Scandals payes his homage still
In the Just Beauty of the Sion-Hill.
The Other-Sects, though as in Common-Feilds
Which Swine, and Horses, Mules and Oxen yeilds,
Who though at Distance feed, Approaching clash,
And disproportion'd shapes together dash.
So they, though one Rebellion them sustaine,
Themselves Accuse, and are Accus'd againe.
Could they comply, then possibly might dwell
Some faint Agreement, though no Peace in Hell,
Now, these nice Tasts no Foraigne aids indure,
(Their Rebell Scots are English Rebels surer)
No, nor the Papists: much it with them sticks,
Lest these Mens Punniards should be Hereticks:
Their soules would be prophan'd, and cleane undun,
Should they be slaine by an Idolatrous Gun.
Goe lay your Vizar by, your Masking stuffe,
The Devill is tyr'd, and Hell hath laugh'd enough:
The world descries the Cheat; 'tis quickely knowne
They no Faith hate, who have Resolv'd on None.
These may not fight; that is, the King you'd have
Tamely forsake his Crowne, and be your Slave.
His Easier Subjects long agoe you gat,
All who approv'd your Baile, and swallow'd that.
Indeed, Discerning soules the snare forsooke,
And through the Wave did still descry the Hooke:
But yet so close designes were cast about,
Your Race was halfe runne e're the King set out.
Yet you complaine, and guilty feares doe gnaw,
Lest you should scanted be for Space and Law:
Conscious, though you your cause did forward meet,
Its Guilt and Sin hangs Plummets at its feet.
Which Swine, and Horses, Mules and Oxen yeilds,
Who though at Distance feed, Approaching clash,
And disproportion'd shapes together dash.
So they, though one Rebellion them sustaine,
Themselves Accuse, and are Accus'd againe.
Could they comply, then possibly might dwell
Some faint Agreement, though no Peace in Hell,
Now, these nice Tasts no Foraigne aids indure,
(Their Rebell Scots are English Rebels surer)
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Lest these Mens Punniards should be Hereticks:
Their soules would be prophan'd, and cleane undun,
Should they be slaine by an Idolatrous Gun.
Goe lay your Vizar by, your Masking stuffe,
The Devill is tyr'd, and Hell hath laugh'd enough:
The world descries the Cheat; 'tis quickely knowne
They no Faith hate, who have Resolv'd on None.
These may not fight; that is, the King you'd have
Tamely forsake his Crowne, and be your Slave.
His Easier Subjects long agoe you gat,
All who approv'd your Baile, and swallow'd that.
Indeed, Discerning soules the snare forsooke,
And through the Wave did still descry the Hooke:
But yet so close designes were cast about,
Your Race was halfe runne e're the King set out.
Yet you complaine, and guilty feares doe gnaw,
Lest you should scanted be for Space and Law:
Conscious, though you your cause did forward meet,
Its Guilt and Sin hangs Plummets at its feet.
Are not the Jewes, Walloones, the Turks, and all
Whom from as Diff'rent Gods as Lands you call,
An Army strong to keepe the cause in heart,
But that the King must with His Subjects part?
Can no Accession so much safety send,
But you will dread Him still before you end?
Sometimes at Ebbes his God doth let Him stand,
That so the Rescue may declare His hand.
But, what (you hope) may make the King's side pause
Is what He writes about the Penall Lawes,
Poore, shallow soules! I deeme it one from hence
To forfeit Loyalty, and forfeit Sence.
Whom from as Diff'rent Gods as Lands you call,
An Army strong to keepe the cause in heart,
But that the King must with His Subjects part?
Can no Accession so much safety send,
But you will dread Him still before you end?
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That so the Rescue may declare His hand.
But, what (you hope) may make the King's side pause
Is what He writes about the Penall Lawes,
Poore, shallow soules! I deeme it one from hence
To forfeit Loyalty, and forfeit Sence.
Shall such as wast their Bloud be quite debarr'd,
And kept without the Pale from all Reward?
Shall fame report, shall after Ages tell,
So Just a King regards not who doe well?
And kept without the Pale from all Reward?
Shall fame report, shall after Ages tell,
So Just a King regards not who doe well?
But you pretend, this was a State-Decree,
Nor without Pow'r which made may cancel'd be.
The King nev'r sayes it shall: but cannot doubt
That when His God hath brought His worke about,
And shifted Jarres and Tumults into Ease,
And set him 'midst his Councell in High Peace,
Their joint united suffrage will thinke fit
To give this Act, or something Great as it.
Nor without Pow'r which made may cancel'd be.
The King nev'r sayes it shall: but cannot doubt
That when His God hath brought His worke about,
And shifted Jarres and Tumults into Ease,
And set him 'midst his Councell in High Peace,
Their joint united suffrage will thinke fit
To give this Act, or something Great as it.
But see, His Pardon then to Ireland came,
(Wild Rebels) offers He not you the same?
He holds still out the same fresh chearefull Ray,
You shut your Windowes and exclude the Day.
Embrace the shine, or else expect the stroake.
The Flint the Sun ne're melts, at last is breake,
But now the Floud-Gates ope, and a free sluce,
Lets in all sencelesse Doctrines, and wild use.
And by Comparing what's said long agoe,
Finds Disproportion in the King's Acts now.
His past Resolves it up to Present brings,
His Vowes to Vowes, and Things to combat Things.
A Different face throughout, and a fresh Scene
Succeed: and all his Acts seeme shifted cleane.
Weake men! who are depriv'd by Guilt or chance,
Of all the lights of common Circumstance;
That have unlearn't that Actions shift their Face,
And date their worth from Persons, Time, and Place,
And sundry such, from whose Neglects appeare
Acts as Sinnes there, which are Try'd Virtues here,
For instance then: oft as the King reflects
His Oath's injoyne; His People he protects.
Which Oathes extent, and Circuit we may veiw
Spread ore th' Five Execrable Members too.
Yet (farre as't them concernes) that Chaine is broke
That Oath left Him, because they left His Yoake.
Now of this Pitch, and Size, doe still appeare,
All Aierie Scruples which are started there.
(Wild Rebels) offers He not you the same?
He holds still out the same fresh chearefull Ray,
You shut your Windowes and exclude the Day.
Embrace the shine, or else expect the stroake.
The Flint the Sun ne're melts, at last is breake,
But now the Floud-Gates ope, and a free sluce,
Lets in all sencelesse Doctrines, and wild use.
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Finds Disproportion in the King's Acts now.
His past Resolves it up to Present brings,
His Vowes to Vowes, and Things to combat Things.
A Different face throughout, and a fresh Scene
Succeed: and all his Acts seeme shifted cleane.
Weake men! who are depriv'd by Guilt or chance,
Of all the lights of common Circumstance;
That have unlearn't that Actions shift their Face,
And date their worth from Persons, Time, and Place,
And sundry such, from whose Neglects appeare
Acts as Sinnes there, which are Try'd Virtues here,
For instance then: oft as the King reflects
His Oath's injoyne; His People he protects.
Which Oathes extent, and Circuit we may veiw
Spread ore th' Five Execrable Members too.
Yet (farre as't them concernes) that Chaine is broke
That Oath left Him, because they left His Yoake.
Now of this Pitch, and Size, doe still appeare,
All Aierie Scruples which are started there.
The King Declared, He thought you meant no ill.
Say, would you have the King Declare so still?
Say, would you have the King Declare so still?
Allow but different Circumstance, and we
Finde, all your Scandalls will his Glories be.
Now, as the worst things have some things of stead,
And some Toades treasure Jewels in their Head.
So doth this Libels Wombe Girt, and containe
What though it compasse Round it cannot staine.
Lines of so cleare, yet so Majesticke straine;
A most Transparent, yet a close-wove Veine;
Which when we reach its Sense, we may descry,
We see more by its Light, then our owne Eye.
Finde, all your Scandalls will his Glories be.
Now, as the worst things have some things of stead,
And some Toades treasure Jewels in their Head.
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What though it compasse Round it cannot staine.
Lines of so cleare, yet so Majesticke straine;
A most Transparent, yet a close-wove Veine;
Which when we reach its Sense, we may descry,
We see more by its Light, then our owne Eye.
So Phœbus (when the Clowd and Night is done)
Lends us his Light to know he is the Sunne.
Yet this expressive clearenesse is but barke,
An Out-side Sunne which guards us from the darke.
Here, the Bright Language shuts in Brighter sense,
Rich Diamonds sleepe within a Chrystall Fence.
Gemmes of that rate, to Tully they'd appeare
Fit purchase for his Criticke Senates Eare.
And their whole Shine in a full Lustre tends
To God, His Conscience, Confort, and his Freinds.
Lends us his Light to know he is the Sunne.
Yet this expressive clearenesse is but barke,
An Out-side Sunne which guards us from the darke.
Here, the Bright Language shuts in Brighter sense,
Rich Diamonds sleepe within a Chrystall Fence.
Gemmes of that rate, to Tully they'd appeare
Fit purchase for his Criticke Senates Eare.
And their whole Shine in a full Lustre tends
To God, His Conscience, Confort, and his Freinds.
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