Parnassus biceps. Or Severall choice pieces of poetry, composed by the best wits that were in both the universities before their dissolution. With an epistle in the behalfe of those now doubly secluded and sequestred Members, by one who himselfe is none.
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- Parnassus biceps. Or Severall choice pieces of poetry, composed by the best wits that were in both the universities before their dissolution. With an epistle in the behalfe of those now doubly secluded and sequestred Members, by one who himselfe is none.
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- London: :: Printed for George Eversden at the signe of the Maidenhead in St. Pauls Church-yard.,
- 1656.
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"Parnassus biceps. Or Severall choice pieces of poetry, composed by the best wits that were in both the universities before their dissolution. With an epistle in the behalfe of those now doubly secluded and sequestred Members, by one who himselfe is none." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A96974.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 14, 2024.
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Page 33
Under a tree whose arms were wide displayed
And broidered with blossomes, Venus layed
Her naked body, which when men espy,
Modesty 'gins to check the saucy eye,
They steal a look; but why? lest she, they say;
Seeing them look should rise and run away.
Well doth the Sun refuse his face to shew,
Blushing to see so faire a face below:
Which had Pigmalion seen so truely faire,
He would have married streight and sav'd his prayer.
For life, which was the others only bliss
He beg'd of Venus, art hath given this.
Divert your eye from this seducing sight,
And see the Dear & Heardgrooms harmeles fight,
One gasping lies, where with consenting strife,
The Painter and the poorman tug for life.
Well may you say that see his hanging head,
The Pictures lively, though the man be dead.
Open the door and let my eyes come in,
A place that would entice a Saint to sin;
Almost too dear for man to tread upon,
A floor all diaperd with Marble stone,
Feet touch our feet. This mystery beguiles
Philosophy of many thousand wiles.
Nay to encrease the miracle; with ease
We here become our own Antipodes.
What ruder age did think the best of all,
〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 hangs on every wall,
Quite hung with it, where every eye may see
Not more what we doe seem then what we be.
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The glasse so steals us from us that you'd swear
That we the shadow that the substance were,
Which doth not take impression but doth give.
Here might Narcissus see himselfe and live;
Nor for the pleasure of one fading houre,
Eternally be damn'd into a flower.