Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ... Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

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432 Fancies and Fantasticks.Of the Gods and their Symposia :But Tobacco alone,Had they known it,had goneFor their Nectar and Ambrosia.It is not the smackOf Ale, or of Sack,That can with Tobacco compare:For taste, and for smell,It bears away the bellFrom them both where ever they are :For all their bravado,It is TrinidadoThat both their noses will wipeOf the praises they desire,Unlesse they conspireTo sing to the tune of his pipe.Turpe *st difficiles habere nugas.A Farewell to Sack.Farewell thou thing, time past so true and dearTo me, as blood to life,and spirit, and near,Nay thou more near then kindred, friend or wife,Male to the female, soul to the body, lifeTo quick action, or the warm soft sideOf the yet chast, and undefiled Bride.These and a thousand more could never beMore near, more dear, then thou wert once to me.'Tis thou above, that with thy mystick fanWork'st more then wisdome, art, or nature can ;

Fancies and Fantasticks.433To raise the holy madnesse, and awakeThe frost-bound blood and spirits, and to makeThem frantick with thy raptures, stretching throughThe souls like lightning, and as active too.But why, why do I longer gaze uponThee, with the eye of admiration,When I must leave thee, and inforc'd must say,To all thy witching beauties, Go away ?And if thy whimpring looks do ask me, why ?Know then, 'tis Nature bids thee hence, not I ;'Tis her erroneous self hath form'd my brain,Uncapable of such a Soveraigne,As is thy powerfull selfe I ; prethee draw inThy gazing fires, lest at their sight the sinOf fierce Idolatry shoot into me, andI turn Apostate to the strict commandOf Nature ;bid me now farewell, or smileMore ugly, lest thy tempting looks beguileMy vows pronounc't in zeal, which thus much shows thee,That I have sworn, but by thy looks to know thee.Let others drink thee boldly, and desireThee, and their lips espous'd, while I admireAnd love, but yet not tast thee : let my MuseFaile of thy former helps, and onely useHer inadulterate strength, whats done by me,Shall smell hereafter of the Lamp,not thee.A fit of Rime against Rime.Rime the rack of finest wits,VOL. II.That expresseth but by fitsF F

432 Fancies and Fantasticks.Of the Gods and their Symposia :But Tobacco alone,Had they known it,had goneF<strong>or</strong> their Nectar and Ambrosia.It is not the smackOf Ale, <strong>or</strong> of Sack,That can with Tobacco compare:F<strong>or</strong> taste, and f<strong>or</strong> smell,It bears away the bellFrom them both where ever they are :F<strong>or</strong> all their bravado,It is TrinidadoThat both their noses will wipeOf the praises they desire,Unlesse they conspireTo sing to the tune of his pipe.Turpe *st difficiles habere nugas.A Farewell to Sack.Farewell thou thing, time past so true and dearTo me, as blood to life,and spirit, and near,Nay thou m<strong>or</strong>e near then kindred, friend <strong>or</strong> wife,Male to the female, soul to the body, lifeTo quick action, <strong>or</strong> the warm soft sideOf the yet chast, and undefiled Bride.<strong>The</strong>se and a thousand m<strong>or</strong>e could never beM<strong>or</strong>e near, m<strong>or</strong>e dear, then thou wert once to me.'Tis thou above, that with thy mystick fanW<strong>or</strong>k'st m<strong>or</strong>e then wisdome, art, <strong>or</strong> nature can ;

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