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TO THE AVTHOR.
Well
may we praise those books, that bring vs store
Of profit with their pleasure: here to fore
Th'art of Astronomie was such tough meate,
It almost broke our teeth, ere we could eate.
But thou with quaint and curious dressing hast
Made it melt now like honey in the tast.
And sith heauen's so farre, as none easily may
Goe thither (for 'tis vphill all the way)
Thou, to saue vs the paine, of trauelling, thus
(Iudicious writer) bringst the heauens to vs;
Makst the starres serue as letters, by which we
May reade the secrets of Astronomie.
Of profit with their pleasure: here to fore
Th'art of Astronomie was such tough meate,
It almost broke our teeth, ere we could eate.
But thou with quaint and curious dressing hast
Made it melt now like honey in the tast.
And sith heauen's so farre, as none easily may
Goe thither (for 'tis vphill all the way)
Thou, to saue vs the paine, of trauelling, thus
(Iudicious writer) bringst the heauens to vs;
Makst the starres serue as letters, by which we
May reade the secrets of Astronomie.
Yet winn'st thou not (graue tutor) more respect
When thou didst teach, then when thou dost correct.
The golden age is past, iron the worst
Is onely left, and that's halfe eate with rust:
Rough files and corsiue waters, onely may
(For oyle does no good) fetch this rust away,
Well therefore hast thou chose, with Satyricke rimes,
To whip and fetch blood from these Bedlam times,
So wise Physitians, when they see bad blood,
Open a veine, that they may make it good,
When thou didst teach, then when thou dost correct.
The golden age is past, iron the worst
Is onely left, and that's halfe eate with rust:
Rough files and corsiue waters, onely may
(For oyle does no good) fetch this rust away,
Well therefore hast thou chose, with Satyricke rimes,
To whip and fetch blood from these Bedlam times,
So wise Physitians, when they see bad blood,
Open a veine, that they may make it good,
P. B. Medii Temp.
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