The guardian, a comedie acted before Prince Charls, His Highness at Trinity-Colledg in Cambridge, upon the twelfth of March, 1641
Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.
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WHo says the Times do Learning disallow?
'Tis false; 'twas never honour'd so as now
When you appear, great Prince, our night is done:
You are our Morning-star, and shall b'our Sun.
But our Scene's London now, and by the rout
We perish if the Roundheads be about:
For now no ornament the head must wear,
No Bays, no Mitre, not so much as Hair.
How can a Play pass safely, when we know,
Cheapside-Cross falls for making but a show?
Our onely hope is this, that it may be
A Play may pass too, made ex tempore.
Though other Arts poor and neglected grow,
They'll admit Poetry▪ which was always so.
Page  [unnumbered]Besides, the Muses of late times have bin.
Sanctifi'd by the Verse of Master Prin.
But we contemn the fury of these days,
And scorn as much their Censure as their Praise.
Our Muse, blest Prince, does onely on you relie;
Would gladly live, yet not refuse to die.
Accept our hastie zeal; a thing that's play'd
Ere 'tis a Play, and acted ere 'tis made.
Our Ignorance, but our Duty too, we show:
I would all ignorant people would do so.
At other times, expect our Wit and Art;
This Comedy is acted by the Heart.