Plantagenets tragicall story: or, The death of King Edward the Fourth: with the unnaturall voyage of Richard the Third, through the Red Sea of his nephews innocent bloud, to his usurped crowne. Metaphrased by T.W. Gent.
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Plantagenets tragicall story: or, The death of King Edward the Fourth: with the unnaturall voyage of Richard the Third, through the Red Sea of his nephews innocent bloud, to his usurped crowne. Metaphrased by T.W. Gent.
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Wincoll, Thomas, d. 1675.
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London :: Printed by M.F. for Richard Tomlins at the Sun and Bible neer Pie-corner,
1649.
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Great Britain -- History
Edward -- King of England, -- 1442-1483.
Richard -- King of England, -- 1452-1485.
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"Plantagenets tragicall story: or, The death of King Edward the Fourth: with the unnaturall voyage of Richard the Third, through the Red Sea of his nephews innocent bloud, to his usurped crowne. Metaphrased by T.W. Gent." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A96665.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 21, 2024.
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TO The Reader of the ensuing Poeme, composed by his ingenious friend Captaine T. W.
REader; This Author tells thee hee hath foundA Gentile sport that's neither Hawk nor hound,Nor Gleeke nor Maw. Here thou maist quickly seeA better Record of Gentility,Then a long Rowle, where a short five-pound feeHath scratcht one out a long-tail'd PedegreeFrom Adam downward: Th' onely, Record stoodNot wash'd away with old Deucalion's flood.He knows no game but study-tables: thereHe spends his time: and needs no gamster feareWho walkes in scarlet. This Historian RhymeIs but the offall of his Second time;His very Recreation: What would'st say,Might'st thou the works see of his serious day?The world is not at leisure now to readThe Choice employments of his studious head.
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This is no wanton Pastorall to relateHow much the Poets minds degenerate;For some such Antick baubles thou may'st findWhose Poems but betray their frothy mind,And onely serve to let the Reader knowHow much the foolish Ape is sunk belowA man: that modesty cannot controuleHim; but he must spue out his wanton soule.Poor low-borne wormes! that make it their designeOf life to learne to dresse their bodies fine,And throw their feet into such figures, asMay tune the differing fashions of that faceThat's made the Devils jaylor for to keepTheir souls close pris'ners in a sinfull sleepTo th' great Assize. These female Apes will write(Sometimes) the dreames of their lascivious night, more timeI'th' morning till their wantons dresse,Nor so much can they spare to make their Rime(Except by chance one night they get to bedBefore the Wine hath seis'd their sottish head.)But being written and read ore and oreBefore the Antick whom it doth adore,Abroad it comes, with the French fashion'd faceOf the Composer: (And a truer glasseFor the whole sensuall beast there could not beeTo shew his putrid minds deformity.)
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A lawrell must his pictured carcass twine,'Tis but the Bush, to shew the house of wine,In which he wholly dwells. 'Tis cut in Brasse,To shew the metall of the Poets face,That studies sin, and blusheth not to tellThe world, how deep his soul's engag'd to hell.This must be dedicated unto oneTo whom he is debtor for a Virgin Zone.Reader! this Author's one that doth inherit(Without a forfeit yet) that noble spiritThat is mans Birthright; One that in the leastIs not inclining yet unto a Beast.One thing more let me tell thee (friend!) that heeNere us'd to vomit out his poetry,Hee's no such heretick as holds none canBee Poet till he leave to bee a man.This Madrigall's no catch. Here's not a lineBut is more essence of the Braine then wine.Read all, I'th' whole Context thou shalt not meetA verse but the Author could command his feet,When it was made, as well as thou doest now.By this time thou'rt inquisitive to knowWho is this noble Author. Hee is oneThat is a man in his Perfection.Man in his All; Hee's one that needs not beBeholden to a piece of poetry.
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To Beg's Acquaintance with the world, his fameCannot bee heightned by his Printed name,A souldier and a Scholler. One that canShew thee what 'tis to be a Gentleman.
I. C. Art. Mag.
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