Pocula Castalia The Authors Motto. Fortunes Tennis-Ball. Eliza. Poems. Epigrams. &c. By R. B. [i.e Robert Baron] |
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ERYNIS,
OR, Discords Speech in a private Presentment.
Hoop, Hoop me, or I burst! to what a fear'd
Stupendious height I have my Trophies rear'd?
Though yet my Power and wishes be not even
My head at each step tilts 'gainst stars in Heaven,
In Heaven, where onely Jove me rule denies,
But as he hath me from above the skies
I've banish'd him beneath; so of the tripple
World he but one part holds, but I a couple.
Far, as the messe of jarring Brothers I
Do puffe my severing breath, if they swell high
And stiffely plead their claimes to th'airy throne
In Thunder that hoarse Stentors base doth drowne,
These my officious wormes as loud have hist,
And prest from Hæmus top Mars to assist
Their rage, with artificiall claps that mock
Joves idle terrors, and his Region shake.
If they disigning to invade the skie
Throw christal mounts on mounts to scale thereby;
And from their Potgun throats belch gusts that teare
(Granado like) the Houses of the air,
In this my knotty bunch worse stormes each Snake
Can raise, which down at last in red showres break.
Stupendious height I have my Trophies rear'd?
Though yet my Power and wishes be not even
My head at each step tilts 'gainst stars in Heaven,
In Heaven, where onely Jove me rule denies,
But as he hath me from above the skies
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World he but one part holds, but I a couple.
Far, as the messe of jarring Brothers I
Do puffe my severing breath, if they swell high
And stiffely plead their claimes to th'airy throne
In Thunder that hoarse Stentors base doth drowne,
These my officious wormes as loud have hist,
And prest from Hæmus top Mars to assist
Their rage, with artificiall claps that mock
Joves idle terrors, and his Region shake.
If they disigning to invade the skie
Throw christal mounts on mounts to scale thereby;
And from their Potgun throats belch gusts that teare
(Granado like) the Houses of the air,
In this my knotty bunch worse stormes each Snake
Can raise, which down at last in red showres break.
Thanks dutious Son, more sage than Machiavel
(Though the joke saies he scarce is match'd in Hell)
Thanks for abusing the aspiring traine
Their easie faith with, but Divide and Raigne.
To their hopes scene now longing court they me
Where I make them toyle for their Tragedie.
Thus gull'd, they find no Raign, but that of blood,
And Plagues high swelling as Ducalions Floud.
Whilst I and Spoyle, like mercenary Bands
Quell them that call us in, and share their Lands.
Thus Slaves crowd in, whilst I with smiling chear
But clap my hands and cry fight Dog fight Beare.
Successe thus makes th'Oraculous sentence good,
Divide and Discord Raign, shee's understood.
(Though the joke saies he scarce is match'd in Hell)
Thanks for abusing the aspiring traine
Their easie faith with, but Divide and Raigne.
To their hopes scene now longing court they me
Where I make them toyle for their Tragedie.
Thus gull'd, they find no Raign, but that of blood,
And Plagues high swelling as Ducalions Floud.
Whilst I and Spoyle, like mercenary Bands
Quell them that call us in, and share their Lands.
Thus Slaves crowd in, whilst I with smiling chear
But clap my hands and cry fight Dog fight Beare.
Successe thus makes th'Oraculous sentence good,
Divide and Discord Raign, shee's understood.
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