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Poema Tempestivum.
TRees spake before, now the same
strength of Art
Makes Beasts to cunn the Alphabet by heart,
And cutt their Breaths to sounds Articulat,
Discoursive congruous accents to prolate,
For Speech is Breath, breath Air let in and out,
But 'tis the Mind that brings the work about;
Such a rare Charter the World's Architect
Vouchsaf'd to give the Human Intellect
To create Words, for 'tis Mankind alone
Can Language frame, and syllabize the Tone.
But here Beasts speak, they mone, chide,
and complain,
And at the Barr of Justice Men arraign;
Such are our crying sins, that Beasts resent
Our miseries, and wretched case lament:
Nor let it seem a wonder, because now
Wonders and Monsters so familiar grow,
This is an Age of Wonders, every Clime
Abounds with Prodigies, Ther is no Crime,
Not a notorious Villany or Fact,
No foul Infandous Thing, or ugly Act
That ever Adam's sons did perpetrate,