The Crowne of All Homers Workes/The Fornace Call'd in to Sing by Potters

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4438341The Crowne of All Homers Workes — The Fornace Call'd in to Sing by PottersGeorge ChapmanHomer

The

FORNACE
CALL'D IN TO

SING BY
POTTERS.

If ye deale freely (O my fierie Friends,
As ye assure) I'le sing, and serue your Ends.
Pallas: Vouchsafe thou here, inuok't Accesse;
Impose thy hand upon this Fordge; and blesse
All Cups these Artists earne so; that they may
Looke black still with their depth; and euery way,
Giue all their Vessels a most sacred Sale.
Make all well burn'd; and Estimation call
Up to their Prices. Let them marcket well;
And, in all high-waies, in abundance sell.
Till Riches to their vtmost wish arise;
And as thou mak'st them rich; so make me wise.
But if ye now, turne all to Impudence;
And think to pay with lies, my Pacience;
Then will I summon gainst your Fornace, All
Hells harmefull'st spirits; Maragus, I'le call;
Sabactes, Asbett, and Omadamus,
Who, ylls against your Art, Innumerous
Excogitates, supplies, and multiplies.
Come Pallas then; and all command to rise:
Infesting Fordge, and house with fire, till All
Tumble together, and to Ashes Fall:
These Potters selues, dissolu'd in Teares as small.
And as a Horse-cheeke, chides his foming Bit
So let this Fordge, murmure in fire, and flit;
And all this stuffe, to ashie ruines runne.
And thou (O Circe) Daughter of the Sunne;
Great-many-Poison Mixer; come; and poure
Thy cruell'st Poisons, on this Potters floore;
Shiuering their vessells; and themselues affect
With all the Mischiefes possible to direct
Gainst all their Beings, vrdg'd by all thy feends.
Let Chiron, likewise come; and all those friends
(The Centaures) that Alcides fingers fled,
And All the rest too, that his hand strooke dead
(Their Ghosts excited;) come and macerate
These Earthen Men; and yet with further Fate
Affect their Fornace; All their teare-burst Eyes
Seeing, and mourning for their Miseries.
While I looke On, and laugh their blasted Art,
And them to Ruine. Lastly; if, apart,
Any lies lurking, and sees yet; his Face
Into a Cole, let th'angrie fire embrace;
That all may learne by them; in all their lust
To dare Deedes Great; to see them great and Iust.