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B06531
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A congratulary poem on the right honourable Heneage Lord Finch, Baron of Daventry, Earl of Notttingham [sic] and Lord High Chancellor of England.
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W. W.
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1681
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Wing W142; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[48]
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A Congratulary Poem ON THE RIGHT HONOURABLE Heneage Lord Finch Baron of Daventry Earl of Nottingham AND Lord High Chancellor OF ENGLAND MY Lord Ariststotle the Lerarn'd did say That Wit and Vertue always made the way for their Allies to mount bright Honours Chair By rendring of them Excellent and Rare A Man may rise in Greatness from his Blood But unless he be Vertuous and Good He wanteth Weight and equal Ballance High To make him truely Great and from the Sky Blood without Vertue 't is but only Nature Without embellishing of the Creature But when together are in hand and hand That Soul enjoys the Heavens and the Land Blood without Vertue 's but a dazeling Light And blinds the Opticks more then clears the Sight But when Companions are in the same way Honour comes up and makes her Holliday Blood without Vertue is too often Vain Its Colour fading because not dy'd in Grain But when with her She Hawks up Honour high Says the most Learned in Divinity Vertue without Blood does still make Honour Essentially so from Heavens great Donour Since that 's the Primum Mobile of all Of things above and below Terrestial By her Men are great and that of Course For true Greatness flows from Heavens Source For what 's nearest the thing Logicians say Enjoys that most which we call Honours day The Arts cry out they only Honour have That understand how to be good and brave Learned Just Pious and from Reason high As Men not born from Earth but from the Sky Wisdome relates that she Commission hath Honours to give as she best pleaseth To her Allies those things she doth bestow That in our selves may live and not Mankind owe Any thing but what out selves think Just The surest way discharging any Trust Wisdom's a Portion to the Sons of Men The softer Sex to the fine Women Vertue 's Honour still and from on high Honour without her is but a Mystery And not so from Reason Sence nor Story Therefore I have done with Honours empty Glory But your great Soul still moves on Honour true Acted by th' powers above above Red and Blew It loves to live with you and with you will dye And beyond the Grave shall keep you Company Honour the bright Star from the Arts Spheers Honour the gay Plannet of our years The Youth most beautiful Charming and Fair Courting the Maid Vertue as in the Air The Sun himself courts all things here below And by its motion runs dayly to and fro Leading the Life of Love as we do see Makes Men and Beasts take their felicitie Nature Blood Wit Art Wisdome most high Makes you so Rich and so to signify In that you are not singly but doubly Great By Fortunes Charms and not by those of Fate You are so excellent and of such parts Whether you will or no you take all Hearts Bringing them to their great and chief Delight Their pains discharge and settle them on the Right Your Picture in your Character may see As the Sun when smiling on a Willow Tree There your perfections are rendred bright and rare As Angels Gay do dance beyond the Air. There we may see enough of one fine Man That we we may imitate and do the best we can For that which we can't Coppy we must admire As Persians do the Suns bright Golden Fire When this great Oak must be cut down to die By Death the Woodman and in the Grave to lie It shall be set in the Orchard above Near the purling River of Heaven's great Love Where it shall thrive and be water'd again Prun'd and be Trimm'd and there rejoyce amain And so receive from time to time such pleasure Beyond Thought Words Fancie and all Measure W.W.