Cambridge :: Printed by [E.G., London, and] Roger Daniel printer to the Universitie, 1646. For J. Rothwell at the Sun in Pauls Church-yard [London,
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"Poems by John Hall." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A86824.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 6, 2024.
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To the honoured Authour Mr. Hall on his Poems.
DO'st mean to spoil thy self? do knotty artsAnd pale fac'd study fit the silken partsOf Gentle-men? or can'st thou stretch thy earsTo hear the holy accents of the sphearsFrom their own volumes? wilt thou let thy handTempt their strange measures in religious sand?
Summon thy lungs, and with an angry breathRavell the curious dust, and throw't beneathThy braver feet, 'tis too too low, go henceAnd see the sphears with blest intelligenceMoving at tennis; Go and steep thy brainIn fluent Nectar: or go vie a strainIn goatish courtship; that (indeed) were goodCurrently noble. Nothing taint's the bloudLike this (base) study; Hence ye arts, be goneYe brats, which serious superstitionBrings to the thred-bare parent—
But thou, brave youth, with prudent skill hast taughtThy purged ear to hear, yet not be caughtWith these fond Sirens. Thy green thoughts may vieWith hoary wisdome: thy clear soul can spieThe mines of knowledge, can as quickly store
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It self, and dive to the retired Or,Thou like that Eater (whom thy happy songShall cause to eat up time himself) with strongAnd sprightly heat, thou can'st each art digestIn the vast stomach of thy knowing brest.And when severer thoughts at length shall pleaseT' unbend themselves, then with such strains as theseThou court'st each witty Goddesse, and do'st tieThy purer ease in their festivity.
〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉Ja. Windet M. A. Reginal.
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