Tixall Poetry/To Mr Caril, Perswading Him upon the Death of Card. F. to Leave the Court
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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.
And know, the blind rocks ne'er appeare,
Until they bring despair with feare.
You've lost the sound near shore,
O trust the sea noe more!
You're surely surfeited e're this,
Of all that trust the court calls blis.
Make you to port, like those who coast the main,
But to be sea-sicke, and turne home again.
With which the Graces steal you from the Muses.
And know, the blind rocks ne'er appeare,
Until they bring despair with feare.
You've lost the sound near shore,
O trust the sea noe more!
You're surely surfeited e're this,
Of all that trust the court calls blis.
Make you to port, like those who coast the main,
But to be sea-sicke, and turne home again.