On Dr. George Ent
Perfum'd with spices, when our Phaenix dies,
May'st from his ashes glorious arise.
Thy name speaks, being betterd by thy art,
Non ents in knowledge, may thy skill impart.
'Bove aged Dons whose bushes figure time,
Yet bearded Meteors all their lights from slime.
From lesser starrs we do expect no light,
Nor Comets from the dregs of phancies bright;
Of truths succession maist thou Herald be;
Proclaim her warres, her rights, and pedigree;
While we our Williams Conquest do proclaim,
Not Conqueror of a Land, but whole worlds name.
Intitled to it by each drop of blood;
Which posting round proclaims his title good;
From th' Tyranny of ignorance them freed,
While his dissecting hand made errors bleed;
Great Harvy's second, teeming Natures friend,
To nature and her Midwife thy hand lend;
Open thou natures books; and teach them read,
Can onely open veins to make truth bleed.
Lash whimp'ring folly; answ'ring at thy lash,
Whip her untill she gigs out all her trash.
Beat all the Hectors rise ith' whores defence,
Till prejudice is Captive led by sense.
Thou nothing dost, if all dost not outdo,
High treason against nature 'tis in you.
If from a Sun in Knowledge no light be,
Nature must suffer by non Entitie .
Lesse then perfection by thy name's not ment,
'Tis onely sinful folly's a non Ent .
May'st from his ashes glorious arise.
Thy name speaks, being betterd by thy art,
Non ents in knowledge, may thy skill impart.
'Bove aged Dons whose bushes figure time,
Yet bearded Meteors all their lights from slime.
From lesser starrs we do expect no light,
Nor Comets from the dregs of phancies bright;
Of truths succession maist thou Herald be;
Proclaim her warres, her rights, and pedigree;
While we our Williams Conquest do proclaim,
Not Conqueror of a Land, but whole worlds name.
Intitled to it by each drop of blood;
Which posting round proclaims his title good;
From th' Tyranny of ignorance them freed,
While his dissecting hand made errors bleed;
Great Harvy's second, teeming Natures friend,
To nature and her Midwife thy hand lend;
Open thou natures books; and teach them read,
Can onely open veins to make truth bleed.
Lash whimp'ring folly; answ'ring at thy lash,
Whip her untill she gigs out all her trash.
Beat all the Hectors rise ith' whores defence,
Till prejudice is Captive led by sense.
Thou nothing dost, if all dost not outdo,
High treason against nature 'tis in you.
If from a Sun in Knowledge no light be,
Nature must suffer by non Entitie .
Lesse then perfection by thy name's not ment,
'Tis onely sinful folly's a non Ent .
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