Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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To Mr. Henry Lawes, who had then newly set a Song of mine in the Year 1635.
VErse makes Heroick Vertue live,
But you can Life to Verses give:
As when in open Air we blow,
The Breath (though strain'd) sounds flat and low;
Page 226 But if a Trumpet take the blast,
It lifts it high, and makes it last:
So in your Ayrs our Numbers drest
Make a shrill sally from the Brest
Of Nymphs, who singing what we pen'd,
Our passions to themselves commend,
While Love victorious with thy Art
Governs at once their Voice and Heart;
You by the help of Tune and Time,
Can make that Song which was but Rime.
Noy pleading, no man doubts the Cause,
Or questions Verses set by LAWS.
As a Church-window thick with Paint,
Lets in a light but dim and faint;
So others with Division hide
The light of Sence, the Poets pride,
But you alone may truly boast
That not a Syllable is lost;
Page 227 The Writers and the Setter's skill
At once the ravisht Ears do fill.
Let those which only warble long,
And Gargle in their Throats a Song,
Content themselves with VT, RE, MI,
Let Words and Sence be set by thee.