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THE EPISTLE

Which neuer darknesse most Cimmerian
Can giue Eclipse; since (blinde) He all things sawe
And to all, euer since, liu'd Lord, and Lawe.
And though our mere-learn'd mē; & Modern wise
Taste not poore Poesies Ingenuities,
Being crusted with their couetous Leprosies;
But hold her paines, worse then the spiders worke,
And lighter then the shadowe of a Corke;
Yet th'ancient learn'd; heat with celestiall fire,
Affirmes her flames so sacred and entire;
[1]That, not without Gods greatest grace she can
Fall in the wid'st Capacitie of Man.
If yet, the vile Soule of this Verminous time;
Loue more the Sale-Muse; and the Squirrels chime,
Then this full sphere of Poesies sweetest Prime;
Giue them vnenuied, their vaine veine, and vent;
And rest your wings, in his approu'd ascent
That yet was neuer reacht; nor euer fell
Into affections bought with things that sell
Being the Sunns Flowre; and wrapt so in his skie,
He cannot yeeld to euery Candles eye.

Whose most worthy Discoueries, to your
Lordships Iudiciall Perspectiue in most
subdude Humilitie submitteth,


George Chapman.
  1. Ut non sine maximo favore Dei comparari niqueat. Pla in Ione.