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In Honour of Du Bartas.
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More senfless then the stones to Amphions Lute,
Mine eyes are sightless, and my tongue is mute,
My full astonish'd heart doth pant to break,
Through grief it wants a faculty to speak:
Volleyes of praises could I eccho then,
Had I an Angels voice, or Bartas pen:
But wishes can't accomplish my desire,
Pardon if I adore, when I admire.
O France thou did'st in him more glory gain
Then in thy Martel, Pipin, Charlemain,
Then in St. Lewes, or thy last Henry Great,
Who tam'd his foes in warrs, in bloud[1] and sweat.
Thy same is spread as far, I dare be bold.
In all the Zones, the temperate, hot and cold.
Their Trophies were but heaps of wounded slain.
Thine, the quintessence of an heroick brain.
The oaken Garland ought to deck their brows,
Immortal Bayes to thee all men allows.
VVho in thy tryumphs never won by wrongs,
Lead'st millions chaind by eyes, by ears, by tongues
Oft have I wondred at the hand of heaven,
In giving one what would have served seven.
If e're this golden gift was showr'd on any.
Thy double portion would have served many.
[209] Unto each man his riches is allign'd
Of Name, of State, of Body and of Mind:
Thou hadst thy part of all, but of the last,
O pregnant brain, O comprehenlion vast:
Mine eyes are sightless, and my tongue is mute,
My full astonish'd heart doth pant to break,
Through grief it wants a faculty to speak:
Volleyes of praises could I eccho then,
Had I an Angels voice, or Bartas pen:
But wishes can't accomplish my desire,
Pardon if I adore, when I admire.
O France thou did'st in him more glory gain
Then in thy Martel, Pipin, Charlemain,
Then in St. Lewes, or thy last Henry Great,
Who tam'd his foes in warrs, in bloud[1] and sweat.
Thy same is spread as far, I dare be bold.
In all the Zones, the temperate, hot and cold.
Their Trophies were but heaps of wounded slain.
Thine, the quintessence of an heroick brain.
The oaken Garland ought to deck their brows,
Immortal Bayes to thee all men allows.
VVho in thy tryumphs never won by wrongs,
Lead'st millions chaind by eyes, by ears, by tongues
Oft have I wondred at the hand of heaven,
In giving one what would have served seven.
If e're this golden gift was showr'd on any.
Thy double portion would have served many.
[209] Unto each man his riches is allign'd
Of Name, of State, of Body and of Mind:
Thou hadst thy part of all, but of the last,
O pregnant brain, O comprehenlion vast:
- ↑ foes, in bloud, in skarres.
