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The works of Sr William Davenant

... Consisting of Those which were formerly Printed, and Those which he design'd for the Press: Now published Out of the Authors Originall Copies
  

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To all Poets upon the recovery of Endimion Porter from a long Sickness.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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To all Poets upon the recovery of Endimion Porter from a long Sickness.

Like the astonisht Sun (that rose and found,
His business lost on Earth, when all was drown'd
In Heav'ns first Wrath) you look, who still should take
Alcæus Harp and keep the World awake.

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Black with your grief, you make the scornful think,
You were Baptized in some ill Poets Ink.
But I, who know the cause, come to restore,
The Blood and Noble Heat you lost before.
Arise! bring out your Wealth! perhaps some Twiggs
Of Bay, and a few Mirtle Sprigs
Is all you have: but these ought to suffice,
Where spacious hearts make up the Sacrifice.
Be these your Off'ring as your utmost Wealth,
To shew your joy for lov'd Endimions Health.
No more like Captives look, like frighted sleep,
Or Widows, who for young kind Husbands weep.
You shall descend a dark and silent Vault,
With Marble Arch'd, from Pariam Quarries brought;
There stay, till you those Noble Tacticks write
A new, by which the Centaures learnt to Fight.