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TO HIS LOVING FRIEND THE AUTHOR by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "TO LAUD THY MUSE, OR THEE TO CROWN WITH PRAISE"
Last Line: AND THAT THY MONUMENT OF BRASS SHALL RAISE
Subject(s): "WHITING, NATHANIEL (1615-1670);"
To laud thy muse, or thee to crown with praise,
Is but to light my tapers to the rays
Of gold-locked Phoebus: since the scheme
Of fabled truth, thy waking seeming dream,
Thy ever-living-loving fame in arts --
Of arts, to us in whole and part imparts.
In arts, thy judgement, phrase, invention,
Of arts, thy poet's vindication.
In mourning elegies I admired thy skill,
In mirthful lays we now admire thy quill.
Let Albine, Bellame, by thee live in fame;
Riv'lezzo, Beldame Pazza, live in shame.
Lash on and slash the vice of shaved crowns
In thy Bardino, nuns, and sylvan clowns.
Give virtue beauty, beauty desert and praise,
And that thy monument of brass shall raise.



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