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A52137
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New advice to a painter, &c.; New advice to a painter
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Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678.
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1679
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Wing M875A; ESTC R1495
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NEW ADVICE TO A PAINTER c. PAinter once more thy Pencil reassume Draw me a Night Piece Draw me Rome Rome under ground 't will make a curious Piece Out do the boldest hands of Antient Greece Let the pale Tapers which afford it lights Burn blew affrighted with approaching Sprites Draw me the shaking Triple Mitred Head And all the Conclave looking like the Dead Draw fallen Lucifer in Brimstone Robes Infernal Posts arriving thick like Jobes Each telling after other rueful Tale How all the Pious Stratagems still fail Nor Pistol Poison Ponyard will prevail How in defence of See Apostolique Like all true Bigots Roman Catholique Most boldly living their late Martyrs ty'd And all without Confessing bravely dy'd How daring Coleman led the Forlorn Hope Of all th' Unfortunate Brethren of the Rope Who murther Princes to exalt a Pope Of this new Order of Cordeliers how He was the Founder and Confounder too How Cardinal Ireland Hartcourt Gaven fell Of Pickering Grove and Turner let them tell How all 's undone Rome Purgatory Hell So Painter 't is enough now le ts retire And leave the Pope in this new Malvidere Next let me see a spatious Curtain Drawn Fine and transparent as the Cobweb Lawn It must with curious Art and Care be wrought That through it one may see a nimble thought The ground with Faction Treason Tumult lay All Varnish't o're with shining Preach and Pray Shade it with Fineness Artifice Intrigue Darken the foldings with the Solemn League Behind this Curtain let bold Actors stand Buskin'd for Tragedy upon command Inspir'd with furious not Poetique Rage A second time to tread a bloody Stage Draw there an Aged Pope upon all four With riding Furniture Equipped o're With Warlike Saddle and with Curbing Bitt Holsters and Howsings Breastplate all compleat Then let a dapper Pres'ter Poll bestride The Scarlet Rampant Beast and fiercely ride Let him be clad in the new Silken Buff And wear an old Round-head without a Ruff. Upon the top of his Triumphat Lance The spoiled Whore of Babel's Smock advance Before him let there march Lewd Reformation Proclaiming Liberty and Tolleration Paint dismal Ruin stalking in the Rear Than Landskip Desolation far and near Paint close Cabals and Midnights secret Clubs Paint the Disciples of the bawling Tubs With Ears erected and with Mouths displaid And all the Brethren o' th Religious Blade Big with their hopes and expectations blown That e're 't be long the day will be their own Let several Labels from their mouths proceed To note the different Tribes o' th' Holy Seed Here Root and Branch there down with Babel down Away with bishops this that with the Crown Here draw one closesly laughing in his sleeve That he has made the zealous fools believe What he has told them is as Gospel true If 't be not so then he 's a very Jew Paint here Ambition making humble Court To Popular Ears and shewing Scripture for 't There Draw me Envy and here private Pique Looking demure while deep Revenge they seek Here one who lost his Crown and Bishops Lands Clapping for joy his Sacrilegious hands Draw busie Jealousie among the Croud And whispering Fear and Calumny still loud Paint Armed Zeal in fighting Gospel Buff Paint what thou wilt so 't be confus'd enuff Then Painter Draw one laughing out this Mott Come do it boldly then Plot upon Plot. Now Painter let us Trade in open day And bare fac't Light a barren Landskip lay Like some cold Northern Clime there must not be Much Beauty in it much Variety Not many fruitful Vales nor pleasant Springs Nor murmu'ring Riv'lets nor delightful things But cragged Rocks and the bald Mountains shew No Perrewigs of Wood but Bonnets blew Of distant Sky Paint Loughs and Treacherous Bogs Stored with Revelation croaking Frogs And now the Scene is fit the Curtain draw Trumpets and Drums within Sasa Sasa A Rev'rend Prelate must the Prologue be Enough alone to make a Tragedy Paint him all over wounds and purple gore Greater than Caesars and in number more Than let the mad braind Zealous Troops advance Hasting to forfeit their Allegiance In the defence of Covenant Well a way True Protestant Religion to betray While thus with Violence Murder Perjury They strive to raise their new Fifth Monarchy The Iron Scepter of Presbytery Now Painter Summon all thy skilful Art Thy choicest Colours cleanest stroaks impart Draw me a blooming Hero let him fly more swift than Light'ning from a sullen Sky Whose early Valour Rivals Caesars Fame For he too came and saw and overcame Paint Woods of Lawrels for his Conqu'ring brow Hee 'l reap them all as fast as they can grow But gentle Painter plant them in the shade Lest as they quickly grew they quickly fade And now dear Painter how shall we devise To draw some thoughts Oh! how would that surprize But since those swift Ideas will not sit Till thou canst finish 'em e'en venture it A careless dash does somtimes bravely hit Draw then the discontented Factious crew Of Disaffected Brethren let us view Their Faces well and we shall easily find Their secret thoughts by th' Index of the mind Draw biting Lips and sullen frowning Brow And hands lift up betwixt a Curse and Vow Paint this half drawing out his angry Sword That weeping for the people of the Lord Who for the Gospel were in Battle slain Or by the Common En'my Captive tane Let hasty blood mount in that manly Face There let it sneak and give pale Choler place Here Paint one raving raging staring mad Thus disappointed after seeking Gad Thus by ill Conduct and base Cowardice To spoil the Good Old Cause and ope ' the Eyes Of Wicked men to see and Triumph too What hast thou done Lard Lard What must we do Could not th' impatient Brethren stay till we Had fully hatcht a New Conspiracy No King or else of Clouts till we had made That is a Glorious King they might have staid But thus with Shell on head and callow wing Thus run away Lard This was such a thing Now should we strive to lend our helping hand To work Salvation th' wicked of the Land Will call 't Rebellion and should they prevail We can expect no Mercy if we fail In our attempt no second Amnesty Can e're be hop'd Ah! No Indempnity Painter close up thy Piece expose 't to view 'T will meet with various Censures But 't is true Till the next time we meet Painter Adieu To the KING HAil Mighty Charles Joy of our Lives and Eyes Born and preserv'd restor'd in wondrous wise At last take pity of a Glorious State Shook by the Malice and the restless Hate Of Undermining Foes and Treacherous Friends By diff'ring methods driving the same ends Papist and Presbyterian both combine And Sampsons flaming Foxes Tails conjoyn To Rob thee of thy Crown and to destroy With thee our Lives Religion Liberty Rome and Geneva both strive to pull down The Envi'd Mitre and Imperial Crown The Royal Martyr Charles the Wise the Just Commands you to forgive but never trust Lose not your Friends in hopes your Foes to gain Eternal hates are reconcil'd in vain You are no longer safe than they want power No Monarch after that can Reign an hour Cherish you Friends if Scepters you will sway And Rule your Subjects many a happy day Defend that Faith which does defend your Crown Which Christ first taught which all true Christians own Who teaches any other comes from Hell The Dev'l first did then taught men to Rebel Read all the rest in the late Rebel Scot There is enough to shew a second Plot. The Banks are yet intire 't is not too late To stop another Deluge o're the State Who his to morrow trusts for safety may Before it comes be ruined by delay To speak bold truths Poets and Painters dare Believe them Mighty Sir Believe Beware Nothing can save us from a dreadful Doom But what secures from Faction and from Rome FINIS