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Comedies, Tragi-comedies, With other Poems

by Mr William Cartwright ... The Ayres and Songs set by Mr Henry Lawes

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To Dr Duppa, then Dean of Christ-Church, and Tutor to the Prince of Wales.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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To Dr Duppa, then Dean of Christ-Church, and Tutor to the Prince of Wales.

VVill you not stay then, and vouchsafe to be
Honour'd a little more Contractedly?
The Reverence here's as much, Though not the Prease;
Our Love as Tender, though the Tumult Less;
And your great Vertues in this narrow Sphere,
Though not so Bright, shine yet as strong as there;
As Sun-Beams drawn into a point do flow
VVith greater force by being fettred so.
Things may a while in the same Order run,
As wheeles once turn'd continue Motion;
And we enjoy a Light, as when the Eye
O'th' VVorld is set all Lustre doth not dye:
But yet this Course, this Light, will so appear,
As only to Convince you have been here.
He's Ours you ask (Great Soveraign) Ours, whom we
VVill gladly ransome with a Subsidy.
Ask of us Lands, Our College, All; we do
Profer what's built, nay, what's intended too:
For he being Absent, 'tis an Heap, and we
Only a Number, no Society.
Hard Rival! for we dare Contest, and use
Such Language, now w'have nothing left to lose.
Y' are only Ours, as some great Ship, that's gone
A Voyage i'th' Kings service, doth still run
Under the name o'th' Company: But we
Think it th' Indulgence of his Majesty
That y' are not whole engross'd, that ye you are
Permitted to be something that we dare

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Call Ours, being honour'd to retain you thus,
That one Rule may direct the Prince, and us.
Go then another Nature to him; go
A Genius wisht by all, except the Foe:
Fashion those ductile Manners, and inspire
That ample Breast with Clean and Active fire;
That when his Limbs shall write him Man, His Deeds
May write him yours; That from those Richer feeds
Thus sprouting we dividedly may ow
The Son unto our King, the Prince to you.
'Tis in the Power of your great Influence,
What England shall be fifty Harvests hence;
You'l do good to our Nephews now, and be
A Patron unto those you will not see;
Y'instruct a future Common-Wealth, and give
Laws to those People, that as yet don't live.
We see him full already; There's no fear
Of subtle Poyson, for good Axiomes, here,
All will be Health and Antidote, and one
Name will Combine State and Religion;
Heaven and We be Look'd on with one Eye,
And the same Rules guide Faith and Policy:
The Court shall hence become a Church, and you,
In one, be Tutor to a People too.
He shall not now, like other Princes, hear
Some Morall Lecture when the Dinner's neer,
Learn nothing fresh and fasting, but upon
This or that Dish read an instruction;
Hear Livy told, admire some Generals force,
And Stratagem, 'twixt first and second Course;
Then Cloze his Stomach with a Rule, and stay
'Mong Books perhaps to pass a Rainy day;
Or his charg'd Memory with a Maxime task
To take up time before a Tilt or Masque:

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No, you will Dictate wholesome grounds, and sow
Seeds in his Mind, as pure as that is now;
Breath in your Thoughts, your soul, make him the true,
Resemblance of your Worth, Speak and live you:
That no old granted Sutour may still fear,
VVhen't shall be one, to promise, and to swear.
That those huge Bulks, his Guard, may only be
Like the great Statues in the Gallery
For Ornament not use; not to Afright
Th' Approachers Boldness, but afford a sight;
VVhiles he, defended by a better Art,
Shall have a stronger Guard in every Heart,
And carrying your Vertues to the Throne,
Find that his best defence, t' have need of none.
May he Come forth your VVork, and thence appear
Sacred and Pious, whom our Love may fear;
Discover you in all his Actions, be
'Bove Envy Great, Good above Flattery,
And by a perfect fulness of each part,
Banish from Court that Torment, and this Art.
Go O my VVishes with you: may they keep
Noise off, and make your Journey as your sleep,
Rather repose than Travell: May you meet
No rough way, but in these unequall feet.
Good Fates take Charge of you; and let this be
Your sole Ill-luck, that Good is wisht by me.