Tixall Poetry/A Glass, on the One Side Concave, on the Other Convex, Broken
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A Glass, on The One Side Concave, on The Other Convex, Broken.
Come you, whose sharpe dull eyes are ever knowne
Eagles to others faults, moles to your owne;
Who to ther vertues turne a Polypheine,
Though to your owne you more then Argus seeme;
Whose lynx-like sight can perce dull earth for gold,
Yet, owle-like, dare not heavens bright sunne behold:
And, whilst your large fields seeme a spott of ground,
Mole-hills are mountaynes in your nighbours found;
Study this protean glass, whose ether side
Rays'd others modesty, allayd there pride,
Turn'd lands to landskipps, and to faryes men,
Pygmies to gyants, and to dwarfes agen.
See, see, how soone this false fac'd Janus dies,
And learne to looke on all with equall eyes.
Eagles to others faults, moles to your owne;
Who to ther vertues turne a Polypheine,
Though to your owne you more then Argus seeme;
Whose lynx-like sight can perce dull earth for gold,
Yet, owle-like, dare not heavens bright sunne behold:
And, whilst your large fields seeme a spott of ground,
Mole-hills are mountaynes in your nighbours found;
Study this protean glass, whose ether side
Rays'd others modesty, allayd there pride,
Turn'd lands to landskipps, and to faryes men,
Pygmies to gyants, and to dwarfes agen.
See, see, how soone this false fac'd Janus dies,
And learne to looke on all with equall eyes.