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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- Humorous poetry, English -- 17th century.
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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 147
Faces so quick and lively, that we may
Fear if we turn our backs theyl steal away.
Postures of griefe so true, that we may swear
Your artfull fingers have wrought passion there.
View we the manger, and the Babe, we thence
Believe the very threads have innocence.
Then on the Crosse, such love, such griefe we find
As twere a transcript of our Saviours mind:
Each parcell so expressive, each so fit,
That the whole seems not so much wrought as writ.
Tis sacred text, all we may coat, and thence
Extract what may be press'd in our defence.
Blest Mother of the Church, be in the list
Reckond with th' four a she Evangelist;
Nor can the stile be prophanation, when
The needle may convert more then the pen.
When faith may come by seeing; and each leafe
Rightly perus'd, prove Gospell to the deafe.
Had not that Hellen haply found the crosse
By this your work, you had repaired that losse.
Tell me not of Penelope, we do
See a web here more chast and sacred too.
Where are ye now O women, ye that sow
Temptations labouring to expresse the bow
Of the blind Archer: ye that rarely set
To please your loves a Venus in a net?
Turne your skill hither, then we shall no doubt
See the Kings daughter glorious too without.
Women sewed onely figleaves hitherto,
Eves nakednesse is onely cloath'd by you.