To my Noble Kinsman THOMAS STANLEY, Esq;
On his Lyrick Poems Composed by Mr. JOHN GAMBLE.
I
What means this stately TABLATURE,
The Ballance of thy streins?
Which seems in stead of sifting pure
T'extend and Rack thy veins:
Thy Odes first their owne Harmonie did break,
For Singing 'troth is but in Tune to Speak.
II
Nor thus thy Golden Feet and Wings
May it be thought false Harmonie
T'Ascend to Heav'n by Silver Strings,
This is Urania's Heraldrie;
Thy Royal Poem now we may extol,
And truely, Luna blazon'd upon Sol.
III
As when Amphion first did Call
Each list'ning Stone from's Den,
And with the Lute did form the Wall,
But with his Words, the Men;
So in their twisted Numbers now you thus
Not onely Stocks perswade, but Ravish us.
IV
Thus do your Ayres Eccho o're
The Notes and Anthemes of the Spheres,
And their whole Consort back restore,
As if Earth too would bless Heavens Ears:
But yet the Spoakes on which they scal'd so High
Gamble hath wisely laid of UT, RE, MI.
Richard Lovelace.
