Nor art in verse; true, I have heard some tell RA. EURE, baronis primogenitus.* To my faithful, no less deserving Friend, the Author (of Perkin Warbeck), this indebted oblation. PERKIN is rediviv'd by thy strong hand, And crown'd a king of new; the vengeful wand May rest unmention'd, and his birth's collusion Thou hast eternis'd; made a crown his game. GEORGE CRYMES, miles. "The son of William, Lord Eure." Of the Miles who follows, I can say nothing. I have, however, corrected his verses, which were shamefully misprinted in the former edition. To the Author, his Friend, upon his Chronicle History (of Perkin Warbeck.) THESE are not to express thy wit, But to pronounce thy judgment fit, Still, let the method of thy brain JOHN BROGRAVE, Ar. To my Friend and Kinsman Master JOHN FORD, the Author (of Perkin Warbeck.) DRAMATIC poets, as the times go now, Can hardly write what others will allow; The cynic snarls, the critic howls and barks, JOHN FORD, Graiensis. To Master JOHN FORD, of the Middle Temple, on his I FOLLOW fair example, not report, To show how I can write, At mine own charges, for the time's delight: But to acquit a debt, Due to right poets, not the counterfeit. These Fancies Chaste and Noble are no strains The guard of beauty, and the care of youth; An academy for the young and fair. Such labours, friend, will live; for though some new Those laurels, which of old Enrich'd the actors: yet I can be bold, To say, their hopes are starv'd ; EDW. GREENFIELD. Upon the Sun's Darling. Is he then found? Phoebus, make holiday, Mercury, be quick, with mirth furnish the heavens; JOHN TATHAM.* Upon FORD's two Tragedies, Love's Sacrifice and The Broken Heart. THOU cheat'st us, Ford; mak'st one seem two by art: What is Love's Sacrifice, but The Broken Heart? RICHARD CRASHAW.† * "John Tatham was a poet of the reign of Charles I. and author of four plays enumerated in the Biographia Dramatica. From 1657 to 1663, he furnished pageants for the Lord Mayor's day, in the quality of city poet." Had the poets lived to publish their own drama, it can scarcely be imagined that they would have suffered this deplorable balderdash to be prefixed to it. + Delights of the Muses, 1646. |