Lucasta Epodes, Odes, Sonnets, Songs, &c. To which is added Aramantha, A Pastorall. By Richard Lovelace |
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To my best Brother on his Poems, called Lucasta. |
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To my best Brother on his Poems, called Lucasta.
Now
y' have oblieg'd the age, thy wel known Worth
Is to our joy auspiciously brought forth.
Good morrow to thy Son, thy first borne flame,
Which as thou gav'st it birth, stamps it a name;
That Fate, and a discerning age shall set
The chiefest jewell in her Coronet.
Is to our joy auspiciously brought forth.
Good morrow to thy Son, thy first borne flame,
Which as thou gav'st it birth, stamps it a name;
That Fate, and a discerning age shall set
The chiefest jewell in her Coronet.
Why then needs all this paines, those season'd pens,
That standing lifeguard to a booke, (kinde friends)
That with officious care thus guard thy gate,
As if thy Child were illigitimate.
Forgive their freedome, since unto their praise
They write to give, not to dispute thy Bayes.
That standing lifeguard to a booke, (kinde friends)
That with officious care thus guard thy gate,
As if thy Child were illigitimate.
Forgive their freedome, since unto their praise
They write to give, not to dispute thy Bayes.
As when some glorious Queen, whose pregnant wombe
Brings forth a Kingdome, with her first-borne Sonne;
Marke but the Subjects joyfull hearts, and eyes,
Some offer Gold, and others Sacrifice;
This slayes a Lambe, That not so rich as hee,
Brings but a Dove, This but a bended knee;
And though their gifts be various, yet their sence
Speaks only this one thought, Long live the Prince.
Brings forth a Kingdome, with her first-borne Sonne;
Marke but the Subjects joyfull hearts, and eyes,
Some offer Gold, and others Sacrifice;
This slayes a Lambe, That not so rich as hee,
Brings but a Dove, This but a bended knee;
And though their gifts be various, yet their sence
Speaks only this one thought, Long live the Prince.
So, my best Brother, if unto your name
I offer up a thin blew burning flame;
Pardon my love, since none can make thee shine;
Vnlesse they kindle first their Torch at thine:
Then as inspir'd, they boldly write, nay that,
Which their amazed Lights but twinkl'd at,
And their illustrate thoughts doe voice this right,
Lucasta held their Torch, thou gav'st it Light.
I offer up a thin blew burning flame;
Vnlesse they kindle first their Torch at thine:
Then as inspir'd, they boldly write, nay that,
Which their amazed Lights but twinkl'd at,
And their illustrate thoughts doe voice this right,
Lucasta held their Torch, thou gav'st it Light.
Francis Lovelace Col.
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