Men-Miracles With other Poemes. By M. LL. St [i.e.Martin Lluelyn] |
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Elegie. On C. W. H. slaine at Newarke.
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Elegie. On C. W. H. slaine at Newarke.
Treasure of Armes and Arts, in whom were set
The Sword and Bookes, the Campe and Colledge met,
Yet both so wove, that in that mingled throng
They both comply, and neither neither wrong.
But pois'd, and temper'd, each reserv'd its seat;
Nor did the Learning quench, but guide the Heate,
The Valour was not of the furious straine,
The hand that strucke, did first consult the braine.
Hence grew Commerce betwixt Advice and Might,
The Scholler did direct, the Souldier fight.
The Sword and Bookes, the Campe and Colledge met,
Yet both so wove, that in that mingled throng
They both comply, and neither neither wrong.
But pois'd, and temper'd, each reserv'd its seat;
Nor did the Learning quench, but guide the Heate,
The Valour was not of the furious straine,
The hand that strucke, did first consult the braine.
Hence grew Commerce betwixt Advice and Might,
The Scholler did direct, the Souldier fight.
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And as our Perfumes mixt, do all conspire,
And twist their Curles above the hallowed fire,
Till in that Harmony of sweets combin'd,
We can nor Muske nor single Amber finde,
But Gummes meet Gummes, and their delights so crowd,
That they create one undistinguisht Cloud:
So to thy minde these rich ingredients prest,
And were the Mould and Fabrick of thy breast.
Learning and Courage mixt, and temper'd so,
The Streame could nor decay, nor overflow.
And in that equall Tide, thou didst not beare
From Courage, Rashnesse, nor from Learning, feare.
This just proportion'd flame more scorcht the Foes,
Then theirs that rages, but lesse burnes then glowes,
This Temper rais'd thee so, that we must call
Newarke the purchase of thy conquering Fall.
When Victors dye to rescue their Renowne,
Some leave a Tombe, but thou hast left a Towne.
And twist their Curles above the hallowed fire,
Till in that Harmony of sweets combin'd,
We can nor Muske nor single Amber finde,
But Gummes meet Gummes, and their delights so crowd,
That they create one undistinguisht Cloud:
So to thy minde these rich ingredients prest,
And were the Mould and Fabrick of thy breast.
Learning and Courage mixt, and temper'd so,
The Streame could nor decay, nor overflow.
And in that equall Tide, thou didst not beare
From Courage, Rashnesse, nor from Learning, feare.
This just proportion'd flame more scorcht the Foes,
Then theirs that rages, but lesse burnes then glowes,
This Temper rais'd thee so, that we must call
Newarke the purchase of thy conquering Fall.
When Victors dye to rescue their Renowne,
Some leave a Tombe, but thou hast left a Towne.
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