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. : SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT, UPON HIS TWO FIRST BOOKS OF GONDIBERT,
FINISHED BEFORE HIS VOYAGE TO AMERICA. METHINKS heroick poesy till now, Like some fantastick fairy-land did show; Gods, devils, nymphs, witches, and giants' race, And all bụt man, in man's chief work had place. Thou, like some worthy knight with sacred arms, Dost drive the monsters thence, and end the charms: Instead of those dost men and manners plant, The things which that rich soil did chiefly want. Yet ev’n thy Mortals do their Gods excel, : : : Taught by thy Muse to fight and love so well.
By fatal hands whilst present empires fall, Thine from the grave past monarchies recall; ; So much more thanks from human-kind does merit The Poet's fury than the Zealot's spirit: . And from the grave thou mak’st this empire rise, Not like some dreadful ghost, t'affright our eyes, But with more lustre and triumphant state, Than when it crown'd at proud Verona sate. So will our God rebuild man's perish'd frame, And raise him up much better, yet the same:", So God-like poets do past things rehearse, Not change, but heighten, Nature by their verse.
With shame, methinks, great Italy must see Her conquerors rais'd to life again by thee:
Rais'd by such powerful verse, that ancient Rome
AN ANSWER TO
A COPY OF VERSES
SENT ME TO JERSEY.
Fraught with brisk racy verses ; in which we
Esquire, the Year of our Lord six hundred thirty-three.. Brave Jersey Muse! and he's for this high style Call’d to this day the Homer of the Isle. Alas! to men here no words less hard be To rhyme with, than * Mount Orgueil is to me; . Mount Orgueil ! which, in scorn o'th' Muses' law, With no yoke-fellow word will deign to draw. Stubborn Mount Orgueil ! 't is a work to make it Come into rhyme, more hard than 't were to take it. Alas! to bring your tropes and figures here, Strange as to bring camels and elephants were; And metaphor is so unknown a thing, "T would need the preface of “ God save the King." Yet this I'll say, for th' honour of the place, That, by God's extraordinary grace
Umary grace in (Which shows the people have judgment, if not wit) The land is undefil'd with Clinches yet; . : Which, in my poor opinion, I confess, Is a most singular blessing, and no less , s .
* The name of one of the castles in Jersey.
Than Ireland's wanting spiders. And, so far
THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE.
Against the Dogmatists.
The Phenix truth did on it rest,
And built his perfum'd nest;
So clear their colour and divine, The very shade they cast did other lights out-shine,
“ Taste not, "said God; “'t is mine and angels' meat;
“ A certain death doth sit,
“ Like an ill worm, i'th' core of it. “ Ye cannot know and live, nor live or know and eat."
Thus spoke God, yet man did go
Grew so more blind, and she
The only science man by this did get,
Was but to know he nothing knew : '
He strait his nakedness did view,
Yet searches probabilities,
And seeks by useless pride, ,
“ Henceforth,” said God, “the wretched sons of earth
“ Shall sweat for food in vain,
“ That will not long sustain; .. " And bring with labour forth each fond abortive
birth. “ That serpent too, their pride, : " Which aims at things deny'd;
“ That learn'd and eloquent lust; “ Instead of mounting high, shall creep upon the