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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09905	The passionate poet VVith a description of the Thracian Ismarus. By T.P.	Powell, Thomas, 1572?-1635?	1601 (1601)	STC 20167; ESTC S110520	21,427	52

musicke and of measuring Yet stops and strikes vnto the selfe same string This delinition stimulates vs on And bids me set a nice diuision In gardaine Oliues and be discrepant Betwixt the melancholie stipticke Plant And the fat Oliue from whose subtill parts We drayne the oyle of many chearefull hearts This was the suffrage spousall which the Dame Propos'd to Athens for her borrowed name When strife was vnder wing and since that time Her branches well beseemeth Ionicke shrine This tree as of it selfe is so abounding In thriftie fat that added moystur's drowning And suffocates the pure and subtill oyle wherefore the fattest's not the fittest soyle where to insert this Oliue O but yet It withers if the Sunne be opposit For wisely say our ancient her borists It is affected to the rorall mists And bee 't with limitation that her seat Be not exempt from sense of heauenly heat which may be able to extenuate And lay her foggie moisture separate which in a moderne heat an Aprils Sunne Is powerfull to attract but not consume Her beries yet on tree are immature And though by many yeeres they so endure which that they may attaine a sauorie taste Our skilfull husbandmen do vse to place A modest quantitie of riper ones In a congested pile whereon enthrones Such fauourable and conforting shine As some makes timely ripe some fore their time But in confirmed iuice the oyle is best That 's drayn'd and separated easiest From purse or huske and such like iuice as this Is not with earth or earthly parts commist The most experienc't husbandman sustaines Bad Oliues aske no soyle the good no paines Good needes nor scythe nor pruning instrument For so vnskilfull husbandmen preuent Th' increase of after seasons and such bleeding Ads detriment vnto the yeeres succeeding This tree requires no hands applied to wound it No trident rake nor trenching spade to sound it She needes not these nor needs it vs to wrong her Disclose the roote but take we nothing from her Perhaps we may the earth discumulate Descrie some gowte or branch adulterate Some tuberous prim or superfluitie About the root of her vnwittingly As not a tree in fruitfull Ismarus But these attempt t' infect and choake her thus And fairest Plants conceals the fowlest weed If any such in Oliue be descried Incision must be vsde yet warilie Cut off th' adulterate branch but touch no tree For why it well deserues that well discernes Preseruatiue for good and cure for harmes From hence the Romanes had it still in vse When Ianus gates were ope and when occluse For with her taglets did they stephanize Their peace-affected heads in ciuill wise And in a forraigne expedition When fire e●d war had leaue to looke vpon Their neighbouring Prouinces as to preuent And obuiate defection imminent Their s●ore in wine and oyle did they propose And where these wanted there supplied their woes And such was Oyle But this is serious I rather do propose her homely vse To speake her as the cause of permanence In colour light or such familiar sense For when the industrious hand would faine pretend Some 〈◊〉 worke vnto whose end No later age aspires t' is layd in Oyle Whose durance neither time nor age assoyle And when our Lampes are niggard of their light Th'infused Oyle makes smoake to burne more bright This liquor 's of an ayerie qualitie And still aspires to principalitie T' is liquids president t' is auersate With other moists to be incorporate Albeit that moyst and dry and euery thing Reteine the fauor of her moystening So doth it penetrate and finde euasion Throughout the incompacted pores dilation And therefore we appoint his proper place The solid matter of this brittle glasse This brittle glasse And what 's not glasse and brittle The flower that scapes the sythe shall meete the sickle From glasse this precious vnguent we extract Though it be brittle yet is it compact So should it be transparent with the eyes Of worthie patients not of Polities Because the constant vessell of our oyle In whose behalfe may all these senses toyle Much to her selfe but more for sympathie With wine and the viniferous qualitie For Vine and Oliue knowes one horoscope Albeit the Vine first answered Natures hope Their sometimes mother vnder timely birth And therefore iustly held the heire of earth Yet in their mutuall vse we find that meane That 's equall different from each extreame The Vine is Physicks powerfull Emperie The Oliue of a yeelding lenitie T' is milde in practise as a soueraigne thing Her too much vse is too much nourishing In the rancke feeding bodies of our state Whose commessation is immoderate Their senses languishing in excrement The stomacke opilate and findes no vent If wine not interuent and well decide it And to such maladie we must prescribe it When oyle makes ranck and rancour so possest By powerfull wine his station is deprest The sword of Physicke purging remedie To indigested parts which excrefie T' is like the wealth of many Seas enlarg'd Whose all-conspiring waues together charg'd Disfound the highest arches and defence Preferring all before their violence Such is th'abstracted wine as in it selfe That will not daine t' intreat the bodies health When it hath power to search the very raines Th'interimies and all that life sustaines T' is in the simple practize ouer strong Vnlesse some other mixture do prolong Call backe and mitigate the violence Which her sequestred spirits shall commence And what is so competible concreat What more restringing the intentiue heat Of cleansing wine when wine admits restraint As Votaries sometime direct their Saint Then smooth and gentle Oyle of milde aspect That wine represt by it may it erect T' is milde so is the wine that 's ministred At sound mens tables not the sicke mans bed To well disposed bodies soueraigne Wine But in prescript of potion t' is enclind To Emperie where the disease requires Extinguishment to opilations fires But oyle alone infus'd relieues the same Where Oyle with Wine hath power to quench his flame Or rather soueraigne Wine as it doth tend To maintenance and a preseruing end For when it cleanseth nothing is subiected But some vnnecessaries which infected The better parts and when Purgations force Moues other loyall members with the sourse And strength thereof th'enacted violence Sauors of nothing more than prouidence That lowly rectifies by inquisition Least they retaine some tincture from Ambition So doth in search them and so rectifie That pure may sauor nought but puritie So is it soueraigne Wine and so alone As to the sound and in abstraction And notwithstanding of it selfe consisting T●is great in Medicine yet in commixing With gentle Oyle it is more general For wine and oyle are Phisicks all in all It is her gouernement of Optimate● Who vnder presidence confirme a State The vulgar Plants out of this Emperie Reseruing but a modest libertie Be they applied vnto the outward parts When wine erects or inwardly

the more encouragement To traine him in the circuite of extent So manifolded is the Cipru● tree Vnder those branches such her obloquie That wealth compos'd fils vp the continent Which none but the discernes or deprehend T' is sweet in sente O who can feed vpon Perfumed words but some Cameleon It is no restauration nor receiu'd Into the body when it is agrieu'd T' is brieflie to her selfe most prouident But vnto others alwayes fraudulent Professing what it is dem'd to be And still concealing her abilitie The heathen Gentiles only vs'd the same When they consum'd their dead in Cyprus flame Or made them Idols out of Cyprus tree As best beseeming such Imagerie Time was they vsde it and t' was onely Gentile And then Religion was but in the simple And knew not how for disputations sake T' impugne the Godhead or religious state But now religious and the most prophane Partake one Idol and one Cyprus flame Such are these latter times that would improue More constancie then all the Spheres they moue I blame the times and wreake that ill on them That appertaines vnto the sonnes of men Time-studious men O had I libertie To reprehend them as I challenge thee The Ewe Taxus fatall and relieuing Cyprus tree by her exceeding ANd why should Rome call Nero from his graue And terme him good whom earst they did depraue Or why should I but now impute that tree Which now I must commend respectiuelie Nero was hatefull Nero and despis'd Till the succeeding Galba tyranniz'd Cyprus engag●d till Taxu● tree relieu'd it And drownd his blacke in Eben that exceeds it Cyprus is onely practicke in the senses Makes sowre seeme sweet and varnisheth offences When eyes see double subiects and not see The double dealings of the Cyprus tree But Ewe is fatall in the very notion The same Cicuta of Th'athe●ian potion Extending to the life by taste or sauour To them that sleepe in shade or els receiue her Into the body yet reseruing force When spirits are from heart and heat diuorc't The Cyprus is as index to the page Where Ewe capitulates his fatall rage Both know one Ismaru● one Italie Both vs'd in flame and in Imagerie Onely the Ewe for greatnes and intension Exceeds the Cyprus and my reprehension The Pine TH'Egyptians did bedew their mountaine Pine Not with the moyst of Nilus but of wine How can that Pine but prosper then and flourish Whose tender roote the purest wine doth nourish Shall it not thriue manur●d with gracious hands Shall it not make a Rich-mount where it stands The Fig-tree and the Palme THeir fruit is se●suall pleasing for the time But softnes doth the sense ●nd soule deline The present pleasure hath an after vice The Date her leprie and the Figge breeds lyce The Poplar HErcul●●nish what Conquest is in that When Hercules himself 's essen i●●te The Lotus I Passe Celaster for it is selfe-willd That neuer thriues but in the fairest field The more I write vnto the Mulberrie The lesse opinion's mine if any be I●e blame no Ashe for Hypermnestraes fate I know the foolish girle was desperate Let Cedar be ambitious in her height Yet be not thou in passion infinite And reprehend each that is offered vice Lest others thinke thy verses morallize Or rather for I feare a Symphonie Of Ismarites wanting varietie And change of argument delights vs best Where Scenes affin'd induce but tediousnes And what in trees praise-worthie is deriu'd From beautie of the outward parts contriu'd Or some inherent Vertue so againe In the vnworthie Plants we alwayes draine Inuectiue either from th' ingratefull sente From shape or from the quallities intent Or other such like vices now the while Good do the bad and both themselues beguile Some one that 's generall good hauing his due Preuents the praise belongs to them ensue So is 't in bad and so it shall suffice Onely to speake of one in contraries Vertue illustrates vice describes defines it What●s not of her she vnto vice assignes it Hence is 't this spatiou● subiect I sustaind Is now at length abridg'd and much restraind Of scope which here I studied to compresse And it compell ●earing to be distrest Of sentence and of words equiuocate Vnles I streine the sense or iterate When words and sentence and the selfe same sense Are oft required in the subsequents Of many trees I haue reserued one Some call it Lotus others Citragon Hir fruit is enuious to the memorie Conducing all things vnto fantasie Belieue it sometimes hath my selfe co●uerst With such as wot not what they were at first Lot●pha●● who rauished by tast Forget them selues friends countrie and what 's past This fruit receiu'd shall make me quite forget I was in p●ssion or an I mar●● And now me thinkes she practiseth hir force Vpon these senses now she doth discurse Now seperates what sorrow did attone Making it but some Hemeridi●n My day is done now is my passion ended And but hir reliques on myne eyes suspended Baccharis Coronaria THe toyled lims and senses earst opprest Do now aduise 〈◊〉 where to rest Vnder Baccharis go shade thee Where no Serpent shall inuade thee Where the Viper cannot liue Nothing enuious may corriue Strowe the Carpet all about With her flowers to keepe them out Bind thy Temples with the wreathes Pleated in Chiroticke leaues Browes and eye-lids faine of rest With the iuice may they be sperst Here repose for here assure thee Thou sh●lt sleepe and sleepe securelie Stand hope of mine confirm●d and let me rest In Castell guarded with a Lionesse Cum tonat ocyus Ilex Sulphure discutitur sacro quam tuque domusque FINIS