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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

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 sequestredMembers by One who himselfe is gone LONDON Printed for George Eversden at the Signe of the Maidenhead in St. Pauls Church-yard 1656. To the Ingenuous READER SIR THese leaves present you with some sow drops of that Ocean of Wit which flowed from those two brests of this Nation the two Universities and doth now the sluces being puld up overflow the whole Lands or rather like those Springs of Paradice doth water and enrich the whole worlds whilst the Fountains themselvss are dryed up and that Twin-Paradise become desart For then were these Verses Composed when Oxford and Camebridge were Vniversities and a Colledge more learned then a Town-Hall when the Buttery and Kitchin could speak Latine though not Preach and the very irrational Turnspits had so much knowing modesty as not to dare to come into a Chappel or to mountany Pulpits but their own Then were these Poems writ when peace and plenty were the best Patriots and Maecenasses to great Wits when we could sit and make Verses under our own Figtrees and be inspired from the juice of our own Vines then when it was held no sin for the same man to be both a Poet and a Prophet and to draw predictions no lesse from his Verse then his Text Thus you shall meet here St. Pauls Rapture in a Poem and the fancy as high and as clear as the third Heaven into which that Apostle was caught up and this not onely in the ravishing expressions and extasies of amorous Composures and Love Songs but in the more grave Dorick strains of sollid Divinity Anthems that might have become Davids Harpe and Asaphs Quire to be sung as they were made with the Spirit of that chief Musitian Againe In this small Glasse you may behold your owne face fit your own humors however wound up and tuned whether to the sad note and melancholy look of a disconsolate Elegy or those more sprightly jovial Aires of an Epithalamium or Epinichion Further would you see a Mistresse of any age or face in her created or uncreated complexion this mirrour presents you with more shapes then a Conjurers Glasse or a Limnors Pencil It will also teach you how to court that Mistresse when her very washings and pargettings cannot flatter her how to raise a beauty out of wrinkles fourscore years old and to fall in love even with deformity and uglinesse From your Mistresse it brings you to your God and as it were some new Master of the Ceremonies instructs you how to woe and court him likewise but with approaches and distances with gestures and expressions suitable to a Diety addresses clothed with such a sacred filial horror and reverence as may invite and embolden the most despairing condition of the saddest gloomy Sinner and withall dash out of countenance the greatest confidence of the most glorious Saint and not with that blasphemous familiarity of our new-enlightned and inspired men who are as bold with the Majesty and glory of that Light that is unaprochable as with their own ignes fatui and account of the third Person in the blessed Trinity for no more then their Fellow-Ghost thinking him as much bound to them for their vertiginous blasts and while-winds as they to him for his own most holy Spirit Your Authors then of these few sheets are Priests as well as Poets who canteach you to pray inverse and if there were not already too much phantasticknes in that Trade to Preach likewise while they turn Scripture-chapters into Odes and both the Testaments into one book of Psalmes making Parnassns as sacred as Mount Olivet and the nine Muses no lesse religious then a Cloyster of Nuns But yet for all this I would not have thee Courteous Reader pass thy censure upon those two Fountains of Religion and Learning the Uviversities from these few small drops of wit as hardly as some have done upon the late Assemblies three-half-penny Catechisme as if all their publick and private Libraries all their morning and evening watchings all those pangs and throwes of their Studies were now at length delivered but of a Verse and brought to bed onely of five feet and a Conceit For although the judicious modesty of these Men dares not look the world in the face with any of Theorau Johns Revelations or those glaring New-lights that have muffled the Times and Nation with a greater confusion and darknes then ever benighted the world since the first Chaos yet would they please bnt to instruct this ignorant Age with those exact elaborate Pieces which might reform Philosophy without a Civil War and new modell even Divinity its selfe without the ruine of either Chuch or State probably that most prudent and learned Order of the Church of Rome the Jesuite should not boast more sollid though more numerous Volums in this kind And of this truth that Order was very sensible when it felt the rational Divinity of one single Chillingworth to be an unanswerable twelve-years-task for all their English Colledges in Chrisendome And therefore that Society did like its selfe whe●… it sent us over a War instead of an Answer and proved us Hereticks by the sword which in the first place was to Rout the Universities and to teach our two Fountains of Learning better manners then for ever heareafter to bubble and swell against the Apostolick Sea And yet I know not whether the depth of their Politicks might not have advised to have kept those Fountains within their own banks and there to have dammd them and choakd them up with the mud of the Times rather then to have let those Protestant Streams run which perchance may effect that now by the spreading Riverets which they could never have done through the inclosed Spring as it had been a deeper State-piece and Reach in that Sanedrim the great Councell of the Jewish Nation to have confined the Apostles to Jerusalem and there to have muzzeld them with Oaths and Orders rather then by a fruitful Persecution to scatter a few Gospel Seeds that would spring up the Religion of the whole world which had it been Coopd within the walls of that City might for all they knew in few years have expired and given up the ghost upon the same Golgotha with its Master And as then every Pair of Fishermen made a Church and caught the sixt part of the world in their Nets so now every Pair of Celledge-fellows make as many several Vniversityes which are truly so call'd in that they are Catholick and spread over the face of the whole earth which stands amazed to see not onely Religion but Learning also to come from beyond the Alpes and that a poor despised Canton and nook of the world should contain as much of each as all the other Parts besides But then as when our single Jesus

or touch That were grosse superstition we know There is no more power in them then the Popes toe The Saints themselves for us can doe no good Muchless their pictures drawn in glass and wood They cannot seale but since they signifie They may be worthy of a cast o th' eye Although no worship that is due alone Not to the Carpenters but Gods own Sonne Obedience to blocks deserves the rod The Lord may well be then a jealous God Why should not Statues now be due to Paul As to the Caesars of the Capitall How many Images of great heires which Had nothing but the sin of being rich Shine in our Temples kneeling alwayes there Where when they were alive they d scarce appear Yet shall Christs Sepulcher have nere a Tomb Shall every Saint suffer John Baptists doom No limb of Mary stand must we forget Christs cross as soon as past the Alphabet Shall not their heads have room in the window who Founded our Church and our Religion too We know that Gods a Spirit we confesse Thoughts cannot comprehend his name muchless Can a small glasse his nature but since he Vouchsaf'd to suffer his humanity Why may not we onely to puts in mind Of his Godhead have his manhood thus enshrind Is our Kings person lesse esteemd because We read him in our Coynes as well as Laws Doe what we can whether we think or paint All Gods expressions are but weak and faint Yet spots in Globes must not be blotted thence That cannot shew the worlds magnificence Nor is it fit we should the skill controul Because the Artist cannot draw the soul Cease then your railings and your dull complaints To pull down Galleries and set up Saints Is no impiety now we may well Say that our Church is truely visible Those that before our glasse scaffolds prefer Would turne our Temple to a theater Windows are Pulpits now though unlearnd one May read this Bibles new Edition Instead of here and there a verse adornd Round with a lace of paint fit to be scornd Even by vulgar eyes each pane presents Whole chapters with both comment and contents The cloudy mysteries of the Gospel here Transparent as the Christall doe appear T is not to see things darkly through a glasse Here you may see our Saviour face to face And whereas Feasts come seldome here 's descride A constant Chrismas Easter Whitsontide Let the deafe hither come no matter though Faiths sence be lost we a new way can shew Here we can teach them to believe by the eye These silenced Ministers doe edify The Scriptures rayes contracted in a Glasse Like Emblems doe with greater vertue passe Look in the book of Martyrs and you le see More by the Pictures then the History That price for things in colours oft we give Which wee 'd not take to have them while they live Such is the power of painting that it makes A loving sympathy twixt men and snakes Hence then Pauls doctrin may seem more divine As Amber through a Glasse doth clearer shine Words passe away as soon as heard are gone We read in books what here we dwell upon Thus then there 's no more fault in Imagry Then there is in the Practise of piety Both edifie what is in letters there Is writ in plainer Hierogliphicks here T is not a new Religion we have chose T is the same body but in better cloaths You le say they make us gaze when we should pray And that our thoughts doe on the figures stray If so you may conclude us beasts what they Have for their object is to us the way Did any ere use prospectives to see No farther then the Glasse or can there be Such lazy travellers so given to sin As that they le take their dwelling at the Inne A Christians sight rests in Divinity Signes are but spectacles to help faiths ey● God is the Center dwelling one these words My muse a Sabbath to my brain affords If their nice wits more solemn proof exact Know this was meant a Poem not a Tract An ELEGIE Vpon the death of Sir John Burrowes Slaine at the Isle of Ree OH wound us not with this sad tale forbear To press our grief too much we cannot hear This all at once such heavy newes as these Must be sunk gently into us by degrees Say Burrowes is but hurt let us disgest This first then try our patience for the rest Practise us first in lighter griefes that we May grow at last strong for this Tragedy Doe not speak yet he 's slaine or if he be Speak 't in a whisper or uncertainty As some new unauthoriz'd buzze without Reason or warrant to confirme our doubt Come t is not so t is but some flying talk Newes lately vented in the audacious walk Some lye that 's drapt in Pauls to stur our fears And gatherd by the busie credulous eares Will you believe ought comes from thence why there The Forts surrendred and the Rochellere Sworne English Tillyes slaine the hostile Kings Closed in our siege with such prodigious things Which your perswaded vulgar takes and sends Abroad as tokens to their country friends Are all these wonders false and onely this True mongst so many impossibilities Where truth is worse then any forgery There we may curse his mouth that doth not lye When fame goes off with such a black report Worse then the murthering Canon from the fort Worse then the shot that killd him for but one Was killd with that this kills a Nation I le not believe it yet doe we not know An envious murder fam'd him dead ere now Receiv'd went into Ballads and almost Clap'd in Caranto's upon every post Why should he not now dye in jest as then And we as haply be mock'd agen But t is too certaine here his Coarse we have Come ore to prove his death and ask a Grave A Grave for his good service onely thus Must we reward thee that wast slaine for us To mourn and bury thee and would our fears As soon were clos'd too as thy dust and tears I would thou mightst dye wholly here and be Forgotten rather then our misery Should urge thy fresh remembrance and recall Our sorrows often to lament thy fall When we shall say hereafter t is well seen Burrowes is dead else this had never been Why did we thus expose thee what 's now all That Island to requite thy Funerall Though thousand troops of murdered French doe lye It may revenge it cannot satifie They are before hand still and when we have done Our worst we are loosers though the Fort be won Our conquerers now will weep when they shall see This price too dear to buy a victory He whose brave fire gave heat to all the rest That dealt his spirits in each English breast From whose divided vertues you might take So many Captaines out and fully make Them each accomplisht with those parts the which Did joyntly his rare furnish'd soule enrich He whose