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Tixall Poetry.
Your vertues next, even to yourselfe proclay me,
(You hide them now as you would doe a shame)
And warme succeeding ages by their fame.
(You hide them now as you would doe a shame)
And warme succeeding ages by their fame.
Then leade you to sad solitary groves,
Where we whole ages will discourse of love's
Various disasters, ev'n till time removes.
Where we whole ages will discourse of love's
Various disasters, ev'n till time removes.
How vayne ambition swells the idle heart,
Pleasure corrupts, and gilds the wanton's dart,
And where base proud lucre playes his part,
Pleasure corrupts, and gilds the wanton's dart,
And where base proud lucre playes his part,
There Fancy wholly leads the mind astray;
Strength of imagination beares the sway,
Till Reason's empire dwindles cleane away.
Strength of imagination beares the sway,
Till Reason's empire dwindles cleane away.
All these so free from love's exalted fire
As vice from vertue, and as soon expire,
As greasy meteors, quencht with their owne mire.
As vice from vertue, and as soon expire,
As greasy meteors, quencht with their owne mire.
Prodigious unions fate to some assignes,
So toade to tulip, inke to paper joynes,
And cherub's beauty to the devill's coynes.
So toade to tulip, inke to paper joynes,
And cherub's beauty to the devill's coynes.
