On The Best, Last, And Only Remaning Comedy Of Mr. Fletcher by
too! free from the mist!
The blind and late
Heaven's-eyes great Occulist,
Obscured with the false
fires of his sceme,
Not half those souls are lightned
by this theme.
Unhappy murmurers, that still
(After th' Eclipse our Sun doth brighter
Recant your false grief, and your true joys
Your blisse is endlesse, as you fear'd your
What fort'nate flood is this! what storm of wit!
Oh, who would live, and not ore-whelm'd in it?
more a fatal Deluge shall be hurl'd:
hath sav'd the world.
Once more the mighty Fletcher
Roab'd in a vest studded with stars and
Of all his former glories; his last worth
Imbroiderd with what yet light ere brought forth.
See! in this glad farewel he doth appear
the Constellations of his Sphere,
Fearing we numb'd
fear'd no flagration,
Hath curl'd all his fires in
this one ONE:
Which (as they guard his hallowed chast
The dull aproaching hereticks do burn.
Fletcher at his adieu carouses thus
To the luxurious
As Cleopatra did of old out-vie,
un-numb'red dishes of her Anthony,
When (he at th'
empty board a wonderer)
Smiling she calls for pearl
First pledges him in's BREATH, then at
Swallows THREE KINGDOMS of To HIS BEST
Hear, oh ye valiant writers, and
(His force set by) y'are conquer'd by this
Though you hold out your selves, he doth
In this a sacred treason in your wit;
Although in poems desperately stout,
Give up: this
overture must buy you out.
Thus with some
prodigal us'rer 't doth fare,
That keeps his gold
still vayl'd, his steel-breast bare;
That doth exceed
his coffers all but's eye,
And his eyes' idol the
That cannot lock his mines with half
As some rich beauty doth his wretched heart;
Wild at his real poverty, and so wise
To win her,
turns himself into a prise.
First startles her with
th' emerald Mad-Lover
The ruby Arcas, least she
Her dazled thought, a Diamond he
Splendid in all the bright Aspatia's woes;
Then to sum up the abstract of his store,
He flings a
rope of Pearl of forty more.
Ah, see! the stagg'ring
virtue faints! which he
Beholding, darts his Wealths
And now, to consummate her wished fall,
Shows this one Carbuncle, that darkens all.