Stultus Stulta Loquitur
Thoughts wel conceiued and words as faire as fitt
Al souldred with substancial semitry.
Best showes the life of Iudgement. Arte and Wit,
Which best Pens haue worst labor to discrye.
This is grace that glorifies the Pen:
That imps Fames wings to make her further flee:
This is (like god) but seldome seene with men,
Though in men by his power, and grace he be
Yet al suppose (that can but draw a Line)
That they can draw the picture of this Power,
And that their workmanship is so diuine.
That like that Grace, it cuer should endure.
And through that self concelt That is conceaud
Which they do daily labour (in great paine)
To bring to light, which by the World receau'd,
Makes her Armes wery, long it to sustaine.
It often proues such spritelesse beauty Stuffe
(As much mishapt as black, or Mistical:)
Yet ween they, They giue Rudenesse such a Cuff
As turnes him round, and breaks his neck withal:
For Self conceit will not perswaded be
But that hir Bird is fairst, though black and fowle;
Cheifly if she in night of Mystery
See best abrode to wander like an Owle,
Pens, whither will you? whither will ye flee,
Aboue the Compasse of your natiue powr?
O senselesse Things! will you still Doing be,
The Muses, to their shame, thus to deflowr?
Cease, or take Nectar out of Helicon,
And let it flow from you as from that Fount:
Such, only such, do Fames Wings pynion,
But others make but gaggling Geese to mount
Yet, if you ween you were for Motion made,
And were in motion while in Wings you were,
Fall to a Notary, or Scriuners Trade:
Then may you moue right, being in your Spheare
But รด to register the Acts of Wit
Forbeare, deer Pens, that make your selues so cheape:
Sith for that Office you are far vnfit
And for your Laboure sowne, but Laughter reape:
But if you'l needs be Lyning, yet take breth
Least all the World do laugh your Lynes to death.
Al souldred with substancial semitry.
Best showes the life of Iudgement. Arte and Wit,
Which best Pens haue worst labor to discrye.
This is grace that glorifies the Pen:
That imps Fames wings to make her further flee:
This is (like god) but seldome seene with men,
Though in men by his power, and grace he be
Yet al suppose (that can but draw a Line)
That they can draw the picture of this Power,
And that their workmanship is so diuine.
That like that Grace, it cuer should endure.
And through that self concelt That is conceaud
Which they do daily labour (in great paine)
To bring to light, which by the World receau'd,
Makes her Armes wery, long it to sustaine.
It often proues such spritelesse beauty Stuffe
(As much mishapt as black, or Mistical:)
Yet ween they, They giue Rudenesse such a Cuff
As turnes him round, and breaks his neck withal:
For Self conceit will not perswaded be
But that hir Bird is fairst, though black and fowle;
Cheifly if she in night of Mystery
See best abrode to wander like an Owle,
Pens, whither will you? whither will ye flee,
Aboue the Compasse of your natiue powr?
O senselesse Things! will you still Doing be,
The Muses, to their shame, thus to deflowr?
Cease, or take Nectar out of Helicon,
And let it flow from you as from that Fount:
Such, only such, do Fames Wings pynion,
But others make but gaggling Geese to mount
Yet, if you ween you were for Motion made,
And were in motion while in Wings you were,
Fall to a Notary, or Scriuners Trade:
Then may you moue right, being in your Spheare
But รด to register the Acts of Wit
Forbeare, deer Pens, that make your selues so cheape:
Sith for that Office you are far vnfit
And for your Laboure sowne, but Laughter reape:
But if you'l needs be Lyning, yet take breth
Least all the World do laugh your Lynes to death.
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