 | Love Crownes the End |  |
To his good friend M. Iohn Tatham upon his Fancies Theater.
To see what upstart Scriblers strive in Rime,To be the Paper-blurrers of the time,
Makes me amaz'd; yet if they wo'd but see
The flowry Raptures that are done by thee,
They wo'd no question blush to see the Bulls,
And rabling Ballads of their windy sculls.
Here they may see compos'd a spicy-nest
Of flaming Fancies, all in spangles drest:
For here each line that to the eye appeares,
May sing a Lullaby unto the Spheres.
Poore Fancies marre a Theater, but see
The Fancies Theater is made by thee.
Robert Chamberlaine.
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