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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A96974	Parnassus biceps. Or Severall choice pieces of poetry, composed by the best wits that were in both the universities before their dissolution. With an epistle in the behalfe of those now doubly secluded and sequestred Members, by one who himselfe is none.	Wright, Abraham, 1611-1690.	1656 (1656)	Wing W3686; Thomason E1679_1; ESTC R204146	62,203	178

was made an universall Saviour and his particular Gospel the Catholick Religion though that Jesus and this Gospel did both take their rise from the holy City yet now no City is more unholy and infidel then that insomuch that there is at this day scarce any thing to be heard of a Christ at Jerusalem more then that such a one was sometimes there nor any thing to be seen of his Gospel more then a Sepulcher just so it is here with us where though both Religion and Learning do owe their growth as well as birth to those Nurseryes of both the Vniversityes yet since the Siens of those Nurseryes have been transplanted there 's little remaines in them now if they are not belyed either of the old Religion and Divinity more then its empty Chair Pulpit or of the antient Learning Arts except bare Schools and their gilded Superscriptions so far have we beggard our selves to enrich the whole world And thus Ingenuous Sir have I given you the State and Condition of this Poetick Miscellany as also of the Authors it being no more then some few Slips of the best Florists made up into a slender Garland to crown them in their Pilgrimage and refresh thee in thine if yet their very Pilgrimage be not its selfe a Crown equall to that of Confessors and their Academicall Dissolution a Resurrection to the greatest temporall glory when they shall be approved of by men and Angels for a chosen Generation a Royal Priesthood a peculiar People In the interim let this comfort be held out to you our secluded University-members by him that is none and therefore what hath been here spoken must not be interpreted as out of passion to my self but nicer zeal to my Mother that according to the generally received Principles and Axioms of Policy and the soundest Judgment of the most prudential States-men upon those Principles the daie of your sad Ostracisme is expiring and at an end but yet such an end as some of you will not embrace when it shall be offered but will chuse rather to continue Peripateticks through the whole world then to return and be so in your own Colledges For as that great Councell of Trent had a Form and Conclusion altogether contrary to the expectation and desires of them that procured it so our great Councels of England our late Parliaments will have such a result and Catastrophe as shall no ways answer the Fasts and Prayers the Humiliations and Thanks givings of their Plotters and Contrivers such a result I say that will strike a palsie through Mr. Pims ashes make his cold Marble sweat and put all those several Partyes and Actors that have as yet appeard upon our tragical bloudy Stage to an amazed stand and gaze when they shall confess themselves but too late to be those improvident axes and hammers in the hand of a subtle Workman whereby he was enabled to beat down and square out our Church and State into a Conformity with his own And then it will appeare that the great Worke and the holy Cause and the naked Arme so much talked of for these fifteen years were but the work and the cause and the arme of that Hand which hath all this while reached us over the Alpes dividing and composing winding us up and letting us down untill our very discords have set and tuned us to such notes both in our Ecclesiastical and Civill Government as may soonest conduce to that most necessary Catholick Vnison and Harmony which is an essential part of Christs Church here upon Earth and the very Church its selfe in Heaven And thus far Ingenuous Reader suffer him to be a Poet in his Prediction though not in his Verse who desires to be known so far to thee as that he is a friend to persecuted Truth and Peace and thy most affectionate Christian Servant Ab Wright Vniversity-Poems The Temper UPON Dr. JUXON Bishop of LONDON Great Sir ANd now more great then when you were o th' Cabinet to your King and Treasurer For then your acts were lock't from common view Your life as Counsell being all Closet too But now that Cabinet 's opened you doe passe To th' world for the chiefe Jewel of the case Each vertue shines a several glorious spark Which then were but one Diamond in the dark The Exchequer speaks your faith this you to be As true to the Counsell-board as Treasury Which care o th' civill good when they shall view The houses will repeal their act for you And in their graver policy debate The cloak lesse fit for the Church then th' gown for th' State Next to your place your low mind did accord So well you seem'd a Bishop and no Lord A Bishop such as even the Scots to make You theirs would arme and a new Covenant take Disband the Presbitery and henceforth Install you their sole Patriarch of the North Such power hath your soft Rhetorick such awe Your nod and even your silence is a law While others are not heard through their own noyse And by their speaking much have lost their voyce Thus those o th' starry Senate of the night Which slowest tread their Orbs shine till most bright And dart the strongest influx so conceal The flints cold veins a fire such is the zeal Of recluse Votaries piercing the aire And yet not heard and such the Anchorites prayer Not like our modern Zelots whose bare name In Greek and Welch joyns language for a flame Gun-powder souls whose Pulpit thoughts create A calenture and feaver in the State Whose plots and discipline are all fire and shine As hot as if contrived under the line Your tempers cool and Northern calculate For the Miridian of this clime and State And may be fitly stil'd the Courts pole-star Or honours best morall Philosopher So just your Sovereigne's t is a hard thing To say which was the Bishop which the King This Temper took our State by whom we see The order question'd yet the Bishop free So that of all their Acts this one 's most rare A Church-man scape and a Lord Treasurer A Poem Indefence of the decent Ornaments of Christ-Church Oxon occasioned by a Banbury brother who called them Idolatries YOu that prophane our windows with a tongue Set like some clock on purpose to go wrong Who when you were at Service sigh'd because You heard the Organs musick not the Dawes Pittying our solemn state shaking the head To see no ruines from the flore to the lead To whose pure nose our Cedar gave offence Crying it smelt of Papists frankincense Who walking on our Marbles scoffing said Whose bodies are under these Tombstones laid Counting our Tapers works of darknesse and Choosing to see Priests in blew-aprons stand Rather then in rich Coapes which shew the art Of Sisera's prey Imbrodred in each part Then when you saw the Altars Bason said Why 's not the Ewer on the Cubboards head Thinking our very Bibles too prophane Cause you nere bought such