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JNVOCATIO.
O ye three-times-thrice sacred Quiristers,
Of Gods great Temple; the small Vniuerse
Of ruinous man: (thus prostrate as ye lye
Brooded, and Loded with Calamitie,
Contempt, and shame, in your true mother, Peace)
As you make sad my soule, with your misease:
So make her able fitly to disperse
Your sadnesse, and her owne, in sadder verse.
Now (olde, and freely banisht with yourselues
From mens societies; as from rockes, and shelues)
Helpe me to sing, and die, on our Thames shore;
And let her lend me, her waues to deplore
(In yours, and your most holy Sisters falls)
Heauens fall, and humane Loues, last funeralls.
Of Gods great Temple; the small Vniuerse
Of ruinous man: (thus prostrate as ye lye
Brooded, and Loded with Calamitie,
Contempt, and shame, in your true mother, Peace)
As you make sad my soule, with your misease:
So make her able fitly to disperse
Your sadnesse, and her owne, in sadder verse.
Now (olde, and freely banisht with yourselues
From mens societies; as from rockes, and shelues)
Helpe me to sing, and die, on our Thames shore;
And let her lend me, her waues to deplore
Heauens fall, and humane Loues, last funeralls.
And thou, great Prince of men; let thy sweete graces
Shine on these teares; and drie, at length, the faces
Of Peace, and all her heauen-allyed brood;
From whose Doues eyes, is shed the precious blood
Of Heauens deare Lamb, that freshly bleeds in them.
Make these no toyes then; gird the Diadem
Of thrice great Britaine, with their Palm and Bayes:
And with thy Eagles feathers, daigne to raise
The heauie body of my humble Muse;
That thy great Homers spirit in her may vse
Her topless flight, and beare thy Fame aboue
The reach of Mortalls, and their earthy loue;
To that high honour, his Achilles wonne,
And make thy glory farre out-shine the Sunne.
Shine on these teares; and drie, at length, the faces
Of Peace, and all her heauen-allyed brood;
From whose Doues eyes, is shed the precious blood
Of Heauens deare Lamb, that freshly bleeds in them.
Make these no toyes then; gird the Diadem
Of thrice great Britaine, with their Palm and Bayes:
And with thy Eagles feathers, daigne to raise
The heauie body of my humble Muse;
That thy great Homers spirit in her may vse
Her topless flight, and beare thy Fame aboue
The reach of Mortalls, and their earthy loue;
To that high honour, his Achilles wonne,
And make thy glory farre out-shine the Sunne.
While this small time gaue Peace (in her kinde Throes)
Vent for the violence of her sodaine woes;
She turnd on her right side, and (leaning on
Her tragique daughters bosome) lookt vpon
My heauy lookes, drownd in imploring teares
For her, and that so wrongd deare Race of hers.
At which, euen Peace, exprest a kinde of Spleene.
And, as a carefull Mother, I haue seene
Chide her lov'd Childe, snatcht with som feare from danger:
So Peace chid me; and first shed teares of anger.
Vent for the violence of her sodaine woes;
She turnd on her right side, and (leaning on
Her tragique daughters bosome) lookt vpon
My heauy lookes, drownd in imploring teares
For her, and that so wrongd deare Race of hers.
At which, euen Peace, exprest a kinde of Spleene.
And, as a carefull Mother, I haue seene
Chide her lov'd Childe, snatcht with som feare from danger:
So Peace chid me; and first shed teares of anger.
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