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Tixall Poetry.
Til Jove envieng the wonder,
Crakt it with a clap of thunder.
But when Gallileus came,
This new optik glasse to frame,
He did every bashfull starre
Shew as naked as they are;
And th' enlarged signes could spell,
In a volume legible.
Had ther owne christalin got such a crak,
Astronomy had felt a lesser wrack.
Crakt it with a clap of thunder.
But when Gallileus came,
This new optik glasse to frame,
He did every bashfull starre
Shew as naked as they are;
And th' enlarged signes could spell,
In a volume legible.
Had ther owne christalin got such a crak,
Astronomy had felt a lesser wrack.
A Broken Looking-Glasse.
Lady, beware your shining beautys fall,
The coppy's broke, look to th' originall:
Your radient eyes reflected hence to you,
Take heed we see them not refracted too.
The coppy's broke, look to th' originall:
Your radient eyes reflected hence to you,
Take heed we see them not refracted too.
