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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Mr. Vaughan, Silurist on His Poems</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence<br>Got an antipathy to wit and sence,<br>And hug'd that fate, in hope the world would grant<br>'Twas good -- affection to be ignorant;<br>Yet the least ray of thy bright fancy seen<br>I had converted, or excuseless been:<br>For each birth of thy muse to after-times<br>Shall expatiate for all this age's crimes.<br>First shines the Armoret, twice crown'd by thee,<br>Once by they Love, next by Poetry;<br>Where thou the best of Unions dost dispence:<br>Truth cloth'd in wit, and Love in innocence.<br>So that the muddyest Lovers may learn here,<br>No fountains can be sweet that are not clear. <br>Then Juvenall reviv'd by thee declares<br>How flat man's Joys are, and how mean his cares;<br>And generously upbraids the world that they<br>Should such a value for their ruine pay.<br>But when thy sacred muse diverts her quill,<br>The Lantskip to design of Zion-Hill;32<br>As nothing else was worthy her or thee,<br>So we admire almost t'Idolatry.<br>What savage brest would not be rapt to find<br>Such Jewells insuch Cabinets enshrind'?<br>Thou (fill'd with joys too great to see or count)<br>Descend'st from thence like Moses from the Mount,<br>And with a candid, yet unquestioned aw,<br>Restorlst the Golden Age when Verse was Law.<br>Instructing us, thou so secur'st thy fame,<br>That nothing can distrub it but my name;<br>Nay I have hoped that standing so near thine<br>'Twill lose its drosse, and by degrees refine ...<br>&quot;Live, till the disabused world consent<br>All truths of use, or strength, or ornament,<br>Are with such harmony by thee displaid,<br>As the whole world was first by number made<br>And from the charming rigour thy Muse brings<br>Learn there's no pleasure but in serious things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katherine+Philips">Katherine Philips</a><div class=q>
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Got an antipathy to wit and sence,
And hug'd that fate, in hope the world would grant
'Twas good -- affection to be ignorant;
Yet the least ray of thy bright fancy seen
I had converted, or excuseless been:
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