SIr, My
Affection, not my
Avarice,
Hath made m'
Intrude into your
Paradise:
Where, to Amazement, I have gladly seen
Earth's fairest
Beauties, dress'd in
Lovely-green:
So
Glorious, so full of
Eloquence,
They both
surprize, and
captivate the
Sense:
So
Ravishing, I cease to wonder more,
Why
Dioclesian, the
Emperou
[...],
Put off His
Purple, and
resign'd up all,
To lead His
Life, within a
Garden-Wall:
So
various, as if they meant to
Vie
Their different
Faces, with
Humanitie:
So
Numerous, wee'd think the
Heav'nly Scheme,
Had not a
Parent, for each
Plant of them;
(Whereas, though
Earth their
Common Mother be,
They All from
Heav'n, derive a
Pedegree.)
And yet (to tell you
Troth) there is a
Plant,
Balis, by name, which
Soveraign Herb, I want:
For,
Draco, in his
Heat, a
Man hath
slain;
And
Thylo-like,
I'de have him Live again.
But O their
Vertues! those do strike me
Mute,
Th'are past
Expression; some,
past finding out;
Or pestered with an
Inconvenience, which
Makes Him that
knows 'em, but a
knowing-Witch:
And that's one
Reason th'are so closely hid,
(
Nature's whole
System, so inveloped)
And we (
Poor Mortalls!) thus expos'd to trie
Endlesse Conclusions, for their
Energie.
Nor should w'in any measure, this attain;
But that some Vocal
Signatures, explain
The end of their
Production, and
Restore
To us, in part, what
Adam knew before.
In which
Grave Search, a number have
done well,
But very few, had fortune to
excell:
And those that did, the
Ancients greatly
Priz'd,
Rewarded high, nay, sometime
Idoliz'd.
Thus
Chiron, for his
Skill, was feign'd the
Son
Of
Saturn and
Phillyre; Aesc'lapius won
A
God's repute; Blind
Homer magnifies
Italian Circe: others,
Canonize
Her for a
Goddesse; and the
Marsian-race
(Descended from
Her) hold in special
grace.
Thus, the great
Language-master, Mithridate,
Lives still
Adored, for His
Cabinet
Of
Recipe's and
Secrets; welcomer
To
Pompey, than all else He got by th'
War:
Lenaeus famous, in the
Roman-State,
Because those
Jewels He did well
Translate:
And
Valgius, for His Tract of
Simples writ
(Though left
Unperfect)'s
venerable, yet.
So
Theophrastus, Dioscorides,
Galen, and
Pli
[...]y, wear
Immortal Baies:
Rhasis and
M
[...]sue, noble
Avicen,
Admired all, by ev'ry worthy
Pen:
And 'twere
Ingrate, should any lesse be done,
To
Painful Gerard, or
Learn'd Parkinson:
For, they have much advanc'd
Bota
[...]ick-Skill,
And made it
Passable, to those that will
Pursue their
Steps. But now! what shall we say
What owe we to You, that have
Smooth'd the
Way,
And
cut it shorter, by whole
Shelv's of
Books,
That serve, but to
confound'em
Overlooks
Their
Bulkie Vol'ms? So
Methodiz'd the
Art,
That now 'tis
Apposite Man's ev'ry
Part:
Whose
Triple Regions have their
Plants at hand,
His
Limbs, their proper
M
[...]d'cines, at command.
What
Nature, but
confusedly presents,
Y'have
Orderly dispos'd, to
Her intents;
Distiguish'd by their severall
Names, and where
Those
puzzel us, y'are their
Interpreter.
Their
Qualities, their
Formes, you doe declare,
Which cure
Diseases, which 'gainst
Poysons are;
Heale
Sores, or yield us
D
[...]licates, to
Eat,
Which serve for
Sauce, to
Saporate our
Meat;
And all at easie
Rates. I could (almost)
Believe, the
Wise-mans Books were never
Lost,
(Such is the
Knowledge, doth from hence accrew▪)
Or (were they so)
I'm sure th'are found in You.
Go on (
Brave Soul!) and
Perfect this
Design,
Whil'st we
conspire, to make
Your Glory shine;
And (with
Respect to
Learning) fancy still,
That
Coles hath writ, as
fair, as any
Quill.