TO SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT, Upon his two first Books of GONDIBERT, Finished before his Voyage to America. M ETHINKS heroic poefy till now, Like fome fantastic fairy-land did show Gods, devils, nymphs, witches, and giants' race, And all but man, in man's chief work had place. Thou, like fome worthy knight with facred arms, Doft drive the monsters thence, and end the charms: Inftead of thofe doft men and manners plant, The things which that rich foil did chiefly want. Yet ev❜n thy Mortals do their Gods excel, Taught by thy Mufe to fight and love fo well. By fatal hands whilft prefent empires fall, And from the grave thou mak'st this empire rife, VOL. I. K Rais'd Rais'd by fuch powerful verfe, that ancient Rome AN ANSWER TO A COPY OF VERSES SENT ME TO JERSEY. S to a northern people (whom the fun A uses just as the has done Her prophane laity, and does affign, Bread only both to serve for bread and wine) The foil from whence they came taste, fmell, and fee: Such Written by Such is your prefent to us; for you must know, 'Twould need the preface of " God fave the King." Yet this I'll fay, for th' honour of the place, That, by God's extraordinary grace (Which shows the people have judgment, if not wit) The land is undefil'd with Clinches yet; Which, in my poor opinion, I confess, Is a moft fingular bleffing, and no lefs Than Ireland's wanting spiders. And, fo far *The name of one of the castles in Jersey. (That other crying fin o' th' English Muse) None here (no not so much as the divines) 'Tis true Green was made by it; for they say The parliament did a noble bounty do, [too. And gave him the whole prize, their tenths and fifteens THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE. T THAT THERE IS NO KNOWLEDGE. Against the Dogmatists, HE facred tree 'midst the fair orchard grew; And built his perfum'd neft; That right Porphyrian tree which did true Logick shew. Each leaf did learned notions give, And th' apples were demonstrative ; So clear their colour and divine, The very shade they caft did other lights out-fline. "Tafte "Taste not," said God; " 'tis mine and angels' meat; "A certain death doth fit, "Like an ill worm, i' th' core of it. "Ye cannot know and live, nor live or know and eat." Thus spoke God, yet man did go Ignorantly on to know Grew fo more blind, and she Who tempted him to this, grew yet more blind than he. The only science man by this did get, Was but to know he nothing knew: His ignorant poor eftate, and was asham'd of it. And rhetorick, and fallacies, And feeks by useless pride, With flight and withering leaves that nakedness to hide. "Henceforth," faid God," the wretched fons of earth "Shall fweat for food in vain, "That will not long fustain; "And bring with labour forth each fond abortive birth. "That ferpent too, their pride, "Which aims at things deny'd; "Instead of mounting high, shall creep upon the duft.” |