Poems Occasioned by a melancholy vision Or A melancholy vision upon diuers Theames Englarged: Which by seuerall Arguments ensuinge is showed His gaudie musa tenebris: By H. M. [i.e. Humphrey Mill] |
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OF THE POEMS of his Friend.
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OF THE POEMS of his Friend.
I read those lines, in them a worth I spi'd,I turn'd them back, and found this empty side.
To praise the worth, I had a minde unto it,
'Twill praise it selfe, what need I then to doe it?
I tooke my pen, no longer did contest,
To try my skill, my love will prove the best:
The lines are usefull, sweet, and full of matter,
Composing words which men at randome slatter.
They are like darts to those that live in sinne,
They leave all speechlesse, that have shamelesse bin.
And sinne it selfe, is followed with such strength,
With all his power, he's overcome at length.
To all that loue truth, cordials, comforts sweet
They doe convay, to all directions meet.
Plaine things are rais'd, the loftie levell made,
Things lasting priz'd, those slighted that doe fade.
In pleasing tearmes, not strange, nor yet too low,
They beare a grace, yet such that all may know.
How sweet wil't be, when she both tunes and sings?
Goe now with praise, feare not to finde successe,
Whats here's thine own, thou hast not rob'd the press.
Had I but hope, that J so well could doe,
I'd wish, that I were melancholy too.
P. H.
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