Tixall Poetry.
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To Mr Caril,
Perswading Him upon the Death of Card. F. to Leave the Court.
He that from conquering Rome's opposers had
With rich triumphant robes so oft bin clad,
And with a numerous rank of towers,
Guarded Rome's selfe gainst future powers,
In the despis'd highway,
Poor Belisarius lay;
Ruined to beggary, and far
More ragged than his walls now are;
Who, when his life at court he call'd to mind,
Said, Here I lost my eyes, but there was blind.
With rich triumphant robes so oft bin clad,
And with a numerous rank of towers,
Guarded Rome's selfe gainst future powers,
In the despis'd highway,
Poor Belisarius lay;
Ruined to beggary, and far
More ragged than his walls now are;
Who, when his life at court he call'd to mind,
Said, Here I lost my eyes, but there was blind.
Caril, you see what baites the court now uses,
With which the Graces steal you from the Muses.
With which the Graces steal you from the Muses.
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