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To My Noble Kinsman Thomas Stanley, Esq. On His Lyrick Poems
Composed By Mr. John Gamble. by Richard Lovelace |
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I.
What
means this stately tablature,
The ballance of thy
streins,
Which seems, in stead of sifting pure,
T'
extend and rack thy veins?
Thy Odes first their own
harmony did break:
For singing, troth, is but in tune
to speak.
II.
Nor trus thy golden feet and
wings.
It may be thought false melody
T' ascend to
heav'n by silver strings;
This is Urania's heraldry.
Thy royal poem now we may extol,
As truly Luna
blazon'd upon Sol.
III.
As when Amphion first
did call
Each listning stone from's den;
And with
his lute did form the wall,
But with his words the
men;
So in your twisted numbers now you thus
Not
only stocks perswade, but ravish us.
IV.
Thus
do your ayrs eccho ore
The notes and anthems of the
sphaeres,
And their whole consort back restore,
As
if earth too would blesse Heav'ns ears;
But yet the
spoaks, by which they scal'd so high,
Gamble hath
wisely laid of UT RE MI.
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