The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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TRINARCHODIA
Septimo die Novembris. :CIC.ICC.XL.IX.
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The Author vpon his Picture before these Poems.
Wee're thus farre got acquainted. Such as knowThe Face, need not the Name; if here our Brow
Seeme too Austeere to Strangers, let them make
Advantages, what such a Face should Speake;
I'me Proud, and They are Happie, till the growth
Of Iudgment, trye't by Lines, t' abuse vs both.
Anno Ætat. sua 33.
Vpon the Frontispice.
Coustome betrayes our Iudgment, & 't were wide,Soe farre from Truth, as wee to her are tyed;
The Glorious Libertie of Fancy Springs
Well-form'd Ideas; wch fall Little Things,
Syllabled to Another; & the Chaine
Of Words not only doth our owne restraine,
But Dulls another's Edge. When Learning first
Enter'd the world, not words but Figures Nurst
Her, to the strength she walks in; now declin'd,
(Infirmity betrayes her Age) in Wind
She wantons out her Breath, & Spinns you out
The little Rebus, to a Thred of Thought;
Our words are Narrow; Draughts of Fancy fall,
A mungrell race, from the Originall;
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A Sence, wch hardly letters well may reach;
They're forcive as they fall, & either may
Worke the other's End; Man taught by any way
Need not repent his Pains. If you can Draw
Somewhat to please yor selfe, 'tis all wee Saw
In what wee have propos'd; but would you bring
It to its Sence, 'tis trulie Every Thing.
The World & Man besotted; Folly crept,
Fortune's deare Paramour; thus Glory nipt,
And Fortitude Bleats vassall to her Hand.
You have the Drift; or would you vnderstand
It Better, nearer Home, at less expence,
To all its vse; 'Tis Reason, thrall'd by Sence;
That Monarchie dissolv'd, wild Passions gvide
The Mind, and Furie all the world beside.
Vpon the Picture of Richard the Second.
Hoc memorasse sat est, perijt reverentia RegisSollicitis fugit in vacuas iam Spiritus auras.
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