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A34017
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Poesis rediviva, or, Poesie reviv'd by John Collop ...
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Collop, John.
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Wing C5395; ESTC R19451
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hath some Honey liquors like works swels Yet nought 's 'bove froth of phancy which he tels Doctor Potter POtter-like to his name in dirt doth trade Yet to hold truth he hath no verses made Master Cotton TO spoil good paper make foul seroles i th' same 'T is pitty in good ink bad Cotton Came He silent by wild notions all might guesse New England Church the Church i th' Wildernesse On Bishop Laud against Fisher VVHen future ages shall grow up to Laud They 'l give thy name it 's due thee applaud Rome's Fisher in thy See could cast no bait But you secur'd the Fish from the deceit The Fisher strook grew wise and silent too The Fisher like the fish made mute by you The Spouse with decent rites and order mov'd Her body had proportion to be lov'd In various colour'd garments didst her bring With Ceremonies glorious to her King Thou reformation's rude draught up didst fil And Primitive ex'llence Copy by thy skill At peace Ierusalem in her self seem'd one And like Bizantium walls an intire stone But now the Pastor 's gone the sheep do stray To Romish Wolves and schism tick Foxes prey Churches like Leda's twins do rise and set Like poor mens lands by theft do patches get Swinish perfections all is aim'd at now Parmeno-like to gâ—…untle like a sow Apocryphal Priests teach no Canonical truth Who any learns 't is out of th' book of Ruth Unhappy men safe virtue we despise Too late complain grown by our losses wise On Doctor Hammond SEraphick Doctor bright Evangelist Great light dispelling errors darker mist Thou lend'st no phrantique zeal phanatick fire To blaze Contention kindle loose desire No fiery Luthers no rash Calvins zeal Who scarce love truths Antagonists reveal The knots of ridling destiny dost undo To clear the scriptures and Gods justice too Thou mak'st the way so plain that fools can't erre Others their own thou 'rt truths interpreter Thou to the Revelation lend'st a Key Where every word is thought a mystery Phanatique Cotton Brightman Napier Mede To understand themselves a Comment need Thou clear'st the Roman Sea yet wound'st her more â—…hen those in blood drench'd made her th' scarlet whore â—…e who some truths seeks to advance by lies Against all truth bold error fortifies Could Hippo's Bishop now survive he 'de be Retracting still not to detract from thee The learn'd St. Bernard would turn pupil too 'Cause Bernard sees not all he 'de learn of you Great Cyprians Master might thy scholer be And think himself lesse paraclete then thee Thou 'twixt a Stephen and Cyprian might'st decide Who texts canst open yet not hearts divide Oreteeming zeal a Heresie to refute Hath warp'd a passionate Father to 't Let others prize truths armor for the rust Love for the serpents sake not truths but dust While streams of life phanatick phrantique mud Thou clear'st and mak'st truths face there understood Thou hast no Helena whom thou need'st to fence Which to secure dost Castrate scripture sense Fools with the two edg'd sword themselves do wound On truths face scars make which no Age mak'st sound But our seraphick Doctor clears the word Secures the tree of life with th' flaming sword Enthusiasticks boast this Ages light Had they but Hammon known who could deny 't The curse of thorns sure spinous questions be The Cherub knowledge that must guard lifes tree To a Lawyer who said though men might speak against those that are called Gospellers none justly against them were called Lawyers VVHo canting learn do only mean to cheat Sure law 's in gibrish clothed for deceit Amerc'ments made to fright the iâ—…le suit Have thriv'd so well that they invite unto 't Natura brevium sure is lost for we Nothing in nature can but long suits see An Habeas Corpus waits on every suit A suits worth nothing if no body 's to 't Suits for Westminster now so numerous are Nor Judge nor Lawyer can them all outwear For Councel-Coyn and count'nance men disburse They satisfie revenge and not their purse Both writs and Courts of error are so many Take away these and Law scarce admits any What though your Cook up all the Law doth dresse He makes a French Harsh of a Harsh French messe The Laws a two edg'd sword by which men play And with their art make it wound either way To tenter out their phancy they stretch Law Wrack the name Lawyers you 'l find liers aw My pen wants ink state-tetters for to cure Nay th' ink writ Magna Charta health procure On Magna Charta THe Judge that others doth by Law condemn Against himself a sentence gives in them The bench is silenc'd ev'n by Common Pleas The Judge himself may have a Writ of ease Remov'd to th' Kings bench from the Common Pleas The Cook himself confess'd he lost his fees Against himself the Iustice swears the peace His office or his Conscience must cease There s no Aturney doth procure a writ But ea ad sat against him is in it And Iack who most for Magna Charta pleads Blearey'd with prejudice there no sacriledge reads With knowing loyalty who have opticks strung If they have eyes to see must have no tongue Must th' people have their right no Churchmen theirs Sure wicked grown of th' Promise they 're no heirs The benefit of their Clergy pray them give They may grow better and deserve to live The Law is Reason but can it be had Men passionate grown Passion is Reason mad And oh for th' Rout who do the Law unsheath May to mad men a naked sword bequeath The Character of Loyall Friendship To his Honored Coz Euseby Petsant HE 's free who 's wife to â—…ule himself doth know Conquer'd by patience conquer can his foe Whom enemies serve to polish rust off file Envy's rust eats not in or makes more vile These flails serve onely husks off for to beat And to heav'ns granary render purer wheat More fertile grows like to the bleeding Vine In fortunes night star-like doth brighter shine Thoughs's Masters fort 's be lost retains one still Of brasse within is conscious of no ill Though fortunes Tennis ball yet mounts on high Cast on the earth from thence to heav'n doth fly Grows best i th' shade like the triumphant Bay And green with vertue doth his boughs display The frost of th' times to this Corns nutriment turns Who like a torch that 's beaten brighter burns Can smile at all the Pageantry of vice Poor vertue happier think with her own price To Velvet Cushions no devotion pay Knows straw within though their outsides be gay In giddy Tumults doth ingage no friends Whom servile fear betrays or baser ends Will neither Protest Covenant or Ingage Or sacrifice Conscience to the Rabbles rage Though the people waters th' wiseman is a Rock Unmov'd doth th' fury of the waters mock Pleas of Religion doth no Hackney make To carry lusts and tiâ—…'d doth them forsake Nor lur'd unto the fancy of the