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To the Incomparable GALÆCIA, On the Publication of Her POEMS.
When a new Star do's in the Skies appear,
And to some Constellation, shining there,
New lustre adds, and gilds the rowling Sphere.
Then all the Sons of Art, wond'ring to see
The bright, and the amazing Noveltie;
By most accurate Observations, try
To search, and find its perfect Theory;
To know its colour, form, place, magnitude,
And from strange Causes strange Effects conclude:
So all Men, pleas'd with thy ingenuous fire,
Who beauteous Verse, and happy flights admire;
With joy behold a Wit so pure as thine,
In this dark Age of Ignorance to shine,
And scatter Rays so dazling and Divine.
All think it glorious, and with vast delight,
Gaze on a Star so charming, and so bright;
Nor are amaz'd that Wits less gay and clear,
At the approach of thine, shou'd disappear.
That Poet aster's of a low degree,
Shou'd now neglected, and unvalu'd be,
And spreading Fame confin'd alone to thee;
Since none so nicely are observ'd, and view'd,
As the large Stars of the first Magnitude.
And to some Constellation, shining there,
New lustre adds, and gilds the rowling Sphere.
Then all the Sons of Art, wond'ring to see
The bright, and the amazing Noveltie;
By most accurate Observations, try
To search, and find its perfect Theory;
To know its colour, form, place, magnitude,
And from strange Causes strange Effects conclude:
So all Men, pleas'd with thy ingenuous fire,
Who beauteous Verse, and happy flights admire;
With joy behold a Wit so pure as thine,
In this dark Age of Ignorance to shine,
And scatter Rays so dazling and Divine.
Gaze on a Star so charming, and so bright;
Nor are amaz'd that Wits less gay and clear,
At the approach of thine, shou'd disappear.
That Poet aster's of a low degree,
Shou'd now neglected, and unvalu'd be,
And spreading Fame confin'd alone to thee;
Since none so nicely are observ'd, and view'd,
As the large Stars of the first Magnitude.
And may your piercing Wit shine always bright
As th' Ev'ning Star in a clear frosty Night,
Unrival'd by the Moon's faint borrow'd light.
May never interposing sorrows meet,
To cloud, or to obscure your growing Wit.
But may your Rhimes be still imploy'd to tell,
What satisfaction do's in Knowledge dwell;
And as you have begun, so yet go on,
To make coy Nature's secrets better known;
And may we learn in purest Verse, from thee,
The Art of Physick, and Anatomie;
While the much-pleas'd Apollo smiles to see
Medicine at once improv'd, and Poetrie.
As th' Ev'ning Star in a clear frosty Night,
Unrival'd by the Moon's faint borrow'd light.
May never interposing sorrows meet,
To cloud, or to obscure your growing Wit.
But may your Rhimes be still imploy'd to tell,
What satisfaction do's in Knowledge dwell;
And as you have begun, so yet go on,
To make coy Nature's secrets better known;
And may we learn in purest Verse, from thee,
The Art of Physick, and Anatomie;
While the much-pleas'd Apollo smiles to see
Medicine at once improv'd, and Poetrie.
FIDELIIUS.
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