The Lady-Errant A Tragi-Comedy |
On the publication of the Posthume
Poems of M. William Cartwright,
sometime Student of Christ-Church in OXON.
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The Lady-Errant | ||
On the publication of the Posthume Poems of M. William Cartwright, sometime Student of Christ-Church in OXON.
How
subject to new Tumults is this Age!
With War lesse vex'd now, than Poetick Rage!
Were not State-Levellers enough! that yet
We must be plagu'd with Levellers of Wit?
Delvers in Poetry? that only skill
To make Parnassus a St George's Hill?
The Cyrrhan Grove's almost disforrested
To furnish Wreaths for each bold Rimers Head;
The Muses fear a Rape, or a Surprize,
So Phæbus might, but He their Fury flies.
With War lesse vex'd now, than Poetick Rage!
Were not State-Levellers enough! that yet
We must be plagu'd with Levellers of Wit?
Delvers in Poetry? that only skill
To make Parnassus a St George's Hill?
The Cyrrhan Grove's almost disforrested
To furnish Wreaths for each bold Rimers Head;
The Muses fear a Rape, or a Surprize,
So Phæbus might, but He their Fury flies.
What Pow'r may we invoke then, to withstand
This growing Plague? behold! a courteous Hand,
A kind, and timely Succour doth dispence:
Cartvvright comes forth; blush Sons of Impudence,
And Little Wit! Cartvvright; the Muses Fame,
Just Envy of best Poets, but your Shame.
This growing Plague? behold! a courteous Hand,
A kind, and timely Succour doth dispence:
Cartvvright comes forth; blush Sons of Impudence,
And Little Wit! Cartvvright; the Muses Fame,
Just Envy of best Poets, but your Shame.
Edvv: Sherburne Esq;
The Lady-Errant | ||