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A new spring of divine poetrie. I. Day. philomusus composuit - inest sua gratia parvis
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Day, James, fl. 1637.
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A NEW SPRING OF DIVINE POETRIE 1. Day philomusus composuit inest sua gratia parvis HEB DDIUV HEB DDIM Printed at London by T. C. for Humphry Blunden at his shop neere the Castle Taverne in Corne-hill 1637 T ake heede my Muse what patroniz'd by none O ben't o're bold can infants stand alone M ake haste unto some sheltring place or now I nvoke the favour of some smiling brow S tirre not abroad unlesse some gracious eye T ake pitty on thee in thy infancy R ather become a silvan Muse and then I nvolue thy selfe into some private den S uch times as these are not for vulgar notes B rought through a rusticke pipe but quainter throtes R iper inventions and the nimblest wits I ngenious faneies such these times befits D ar'st thou to stirre abroad upheld by none G oe goe and prattle at thy Helicon E ndeavour for to get Apolloes bayes T ip thou thy rusticke tongue with silver Phrase R ipen thy shallow braine then crouch and sing V nder the shaddow of some sheltring wing D raw neere but softly speake but not to loud G et some protection else I often voude E ver to keepe thee in eternall night Voâ—um Auctoris MOst mighty God thou that alone canst save And raise a stinking Laz'rus from his grave That heal'st the sick and let'st the tongue-tide speake That mak'st the weakest strong and strongest weake Into my fainting Soule doe thou infuse Thy Spirit make my tributary Muse Pay stipend at thy footestoole let her be No more Apolloes onely now for thee Ope thou her sealed lips that shee may bring Thee glory teach O teach her how to sing TO HIS FRIEND THE AVTHOVR FAine would I speake but yet my tongueti ' de muse In Rivers thirstlesse and when she hath most use Of speech is strucken dumbe shee 's plenteous poore And knew shee lesse to say shee could say more Shee doth enjoy and yet shee cannot finde Beginning too much light hath strucke her blinde I could admire thee Iames and though in truth The downy Characters of blooming youth Searce write thee man yet if we measure yeares By vertue thou a Nestor wilt appeare For when most men doe fill their greedy mawes With Comicke laughter and the sweaty plause Of vulgar palmes others write wounding lines And will accuse though they be worse the times Thou steer'st another course and spend'st thy oyle In sacred objects and in holy toyle No sinfull eloquence thy verse defames No lustfull sports nor Cupidinean flames Thy Poesye doth neither frowne nor smile There 's nor Satyricke nor Venereous stile And must these workes be hid and car'st thou lesse To give them to the mothes then to the Presse Free them from darkenesse Iames that they may be A light to others and a crowne to thee For ere they shall be long obscur'd I say Like Phosphorus I le usher in thee DAY H. G. TO HIS ESTEEMED LOVING FRIEND IAMES DAY in Commendation of his Booke THy shining workes O DAY doe seeme so bright Surely Thou 'lt have an ever lasting light If these thy radient beames breake forth so soone How glorious will thy splendor be at noone T is but thy morning yet thy Sunne displayes His beauty and sends downe his golden rayes Well DAY I le tell thee this though envy spight And Critickes snarle thou 'lt never have a night T. I. The Preface YOV wanton Lads that spend your winged time And chant your eares in reading lustfull rime Who like transform'd Acteon range about And beate the woods to finde Diana out I' st this you 'ld have then hence here 's no content For you my Muse ne're knew what Venus meant But stay I may subvert your rude conceit And every verse may proove a heavenly baite O that ye were such captives then youl l be Thrice happy such as these are onely free Leave leave your wanton toyes and let alone Apollo sporting at his Helicon Let Vulcan deale with Venus what 's to thee Although shee dandle Cupids on her knee Be not inchanted with her wanton charmes Let her not hugge thee in her whorish armes But wisely doe as Neptune did in spite Of all spue out the Lady Aphrodite Come come fond lad what would'st thou faine espye A glorious object for thy wandring eye And glut thy sight with beauty would'st behold A visage that will make thy Venus cold If this be all I le give thy eye delight Come see that face that lendes the Sunne his light Come see that face that makes the heavens to shine Come see that glorious face that lends thee thine Come and behold that face which if thou see Aright t' will make the earth a heaven to thee Come see that glistring face from which arise Such glorious beames that dazels Angels eyes What canst have more but dost thou thinke that such A comely visage will not let thee touch Or dost thou thinke a Sunne that shines so cleare Will scorne to let a lesser Orbe come neere No thou mistak'st say dost thou truely thirst For him I dare avouch hee lov'd thee first Be not dismaid It needes no more dispute Come give this glorious face a kinde salute THE WORLDES METAMORPHOSIS BEfore all time when every thing did lye Wrapt in a Chaos of deformity When all things nothing were and could present No comely frame no heaven no element No earth no water fire or ayre alone But all as t were compounded all in one Then with a word our Tri-une Iove did bring This nothing Chaos into every thing Yea then our great Iehovah did present A severall region to each element Then Time his houres began to measure out And he most nimbly garison'd about This new created Orbe he tooke his flight And hurried restlesse on both day and night His motion was so quicke that scarce t was ey'd He for ten thousand worlds won't squint aside Nor once turne backe his head by chance I viewd His flight his wings I thought were then renewd Yea his unwearied feathers did so soare Swiftly as if they never flew before As when the Thracians from their snaky bow Did make there featherd darts so swiftly goe That they out ranne all sight so time did flie As if he strove with winged Mercurie No weapon all this while for his defence He bore he dealt with none but innocence And now those foggy mists that so did lye Cloyster'd together from eternity Were all dispersd yea now t was very bright And darkenesse was unfetter'd from the light When this was done our great Iehovah lent The world as yet scarce made a firmament He separated waters wondrous well Then Seas with surging billowes ganne to swell And tossed to and fro with every wave As if the fretfull region would out brave Her owne Creator they were not content With their but now appointed regiment Their watry mountaines did so oft aspire To Heaven as if they would be placed higher But now great Iove lookt on they