(John Dryden)






To John Hoddesdon, on his Divine Epigrams


THOU hast inspired me with thy soul, and I,
Who nere before could ken of poetry,
Am grown so good proficient I can lend
A line in commendation of my friend;
Yet tis but of the second hand; if ought
There be in this, tis from thy fancy brought.
Good thief who darst Prometheus-like aspire,
And fill thy poems with Celestiall fire,
Enlivend by these sparks divine, their rayes
Adde a bright lustre to thy crown of bayes.
Young eaglet, who thy nest thus soon forsook,
So lofty and divine a course hast took
As all admire, before the down begin
To peep, as yet, upon thy smoother Chin;
And, making heaven thy aim, hast had the grace
To look the sunne of righteousnesse ith face.
What may we hope, if thou gost on thus fast!
Scriptures at first, Enthusiasmes at last!
Thou hast commencd, betimes, a saint: go on,
Mingling Diviner streams with Helicon,
That they who view what Epigrams here be,
May learn to make like, in just praise of thee.
Reader, Ive done, nor longer will withhold
Thy greedy eyes; looking on this pure gold
Thoult know adultrate copper, which, like this,
Will onely serve to be a foil to his.

J. DRYDEN, of Trin. C.




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