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Encyclopaedia Ignavus In Declinatio Nex:
An encyclopedia of cowardice, in avoiding death.
Vita Aevum In Decorus Nomen
This Booke dost here I submit
through and through; to my Love's dear evict.
Whilst History attendeth that do I it's proof expect-
to beatify an illness twas' I to this truth collect:
Xenia thomistica, ne iuvenis Novitus Ordinem,
Vualtheri Spirensis, tacta testudine Nilum,
lest of sweet Daye should I choose the younger keep,
Lest I herein fight these pangs of Death
Who's uncertainty my languish kept
and twas' my errantry lengthly sung to sleep:
that doth only ashes old in abundance keep.
Encased this room my sorrow Is my hope
unlike the De Hymenaeo et Talasio saith
"genium mortis factum esse censet" o'er lust
that yet dost Wisdom into maketh hollow coal
from whence now my dull marrow is invoked
to call the things that Life gave more
then thoroughly I appraised to hold.
To my Health forever question
hypochondria; let of you all of history digest.
That of Death but oft to let of clever guesses,
canst do me not, but to this misery confess:
The Mind's superior disparity I know
that of Displeasure in my Pleasure I abide.
And whilst some do so carefully twine hope
I find only the illest measure of my Life.
For the more I hope to liveth I liveth yet to hope
and do so thereof admire the zephyr and the pike.
For my Life I fear, for tis' my life I so miserably love.
And concurrently oft reserving both the heights
of Human passion art not the each so pensively undone?
Tis' a strangest vision that I descry
that to feeling terminate and die yet to be alive.
Tis the gravest wisdom that I apply
to only thoughts shalt hereafter keep my strife.
That to this world reason event yet do I aspire,
and cannot for tis' these thoughts I canst not elude.
My philosophies art Demons aroundest me shant occlude.
I try to appease them but of them now I forget and tire.
Towardest all I love They dost my hate direct
as Tanyoxarces to Susa, dost They obtain defect.
Who's Strength was by for murdered,
the Ethiopian bow was by rent,
only for this Virtue of my thought am I spent:
as from Methodi Naturalis,
aves psilopaedes numerandae sunt,
to every thought that from me rise shall I attend.
I submit this work in dedication to Democritus Junior,
who's life a tragedy was bourne, Sir Thomas Browne and
that Greek poet, and also grammarian, Lycophron whom
wrote as a show-piece for the School of Alexandria.
"I abhor all common things"- Callimachus
"The text no larger then the limbs of fleas;
And every square of text an awful charm,
Writ in a language that has long gone by.....
but the long sleepless nights of
my long life have made it easy to me."- Idylls of the King.
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Immodicus Diligo Iter itineris
Didst I there discover on the morn
I took Earth's plaintive song all knowledge keep;
Genera Plantorum, Flores nutantes, albi rarius rosei:
in the fairest mother of all bourne,
a cursed, abated throng of modest seeds,
the neglected essence of all artistic creed.
And to I alone twas' she observed to speak,
to feeds't me of that Drug of Drugs, and Vernal Drink-
Ecerinide, Graeciae oriundus fuit,
and to I an emphatic Genius thereof teach
who's eternal birth is Greek or again to Her I speak:
The most ungainly melancholies didst o'ertaks't my mind;
of calculating the worth, to the quaintest thyme,
Elephantina, Thinitis iidem,
an horum reliquiae illi habendi,*
the gravity of Heaven's inducement, doth causeth to Man's vision rise-
thereby His eyes, the Grave of Caelius, who's virtue converts:
His body to be brought along that sublunary tract His wisdom flies
and adorneth the Earth who with nurtured words
the meaning of law to adjourn his birth
or In latin adulations, oft the superior tounge of Men
Phaceolis, Judicibus peculiare, *
claimest Poety to stand a precipice in those underkin;
and surrendereth his vainglory to by the spirit of nature commend.
As he think'st of the Name of Death a truest survey
of all things bourne do gain this nusance courtesy
to the world His valedictions declare,
and til' surrenderth he must this Aryan chariot beware,
for as this aurigal victor unto me falleth dost he saye; of Man,
Twas' nothing from He come to one day of nothing be aware-
then only does His nativity contemplateth or understand.
The Soul setteth out, to it's station claim,
in Philosophy, and Beyond this invasive brain,
an Investiture of what is an sacred faith;
for to in every moment holdeth it's complacence taste.
So that in every moment doth the soul organize,
the joys of it's regrets, but, not regretting it's joys:
doth the soul these moments turneth stone or crystalize,
the Soul hast yet attenuate my Love as flesh before Gorgon's eyes.
My soul awaye fadeth from my life, but every moment did it lend,
into God's courtesy attend, did He passey o'er unto him,
did my Soul my life surrenderth unto him- for it to begin again,
was it hadst never e'en lived.
Therefor happier doth I my Soul release,
then were I to my ashes collect and find habitable peace,
Happier do I now extol on their increase,
their growing distances ensureth I complete.
For My soul emptieth itself into creation,
it beareth not avaritia,
it finds itself in these moments that I liveth yet,
the fairest and hospitable:
and hast surrendered let,
Eculeus, torquendi instrumentum.*
The Instrument of my Soul is humble, it wanteth only fluids,
it like a plant growes't, and dost not whole flesh consumeth:
It asks't What is more important, what is more Pericletian and sincere,
The artist or the nature that an artist hadst revered?
The memory in my life or those memories in which I beheld?
In the substance of my soul, all that my Life does entail,
makes a marriage with God, so that my life is my sacrafice,
to live is to giveth feeling to memory, and from the memory to the quail.
God doth only see the all of many, that Angel whilst prevail,
Orthoplumeus, rectis plumis variegatus,* So long as to Him
this beauty I investeth of my momentary life, shalt it ne'er fail,
and carried by his voice the oceanity of this Memory cannot be refuted.
That creation natal
that dost yet Eternal fly,
canst not in His life but linger
wonting of the Early Sky.
And towards't that electic and Planetary Stromateis
that untouched, unchanging waits,
that causeth'd intrigue in it's Aging gait,
Man's finger pointeth out those Stars
to of wonting hitherward bring them
downwards to Earth whereof He hurry, try:
For as Jerome saith "nutricem quae illi
secundas nuptias suadebat" to Wonder
bringeth this wedding of Man with Heaven,
dost MAN the world filleth with a Seed
the springeth upwards into burning night.
Tis' the faith of Philosophy
that of dost we learning write.
AND despite my aim to Heaven flee
I do not incite to the greater of the lesser be.
FOR, Tragoediae, instar canis,
the form of Dogs I do not languish.
For twas' one Dog by Heaven thereby gave
to e'ery Man; De ludo Troiae, Troia pubes,
beget him Yon try lessons Joyfully prudent,
betwixt' Mans youthfull cheer there grow,
His grave life may whereby save.
Dog's love camest affording truthfull more,
as we exclaimest rewarding to Whom this bore,
as' he asks't "Knowledge our same learning for,
when yet always through Pain's Journey tis' it your's?"
And that your uncertainty it shalt never heed,
to give, where your Thoughts art mostly show.
And you most woefully shalt with ever dream,
your Myths, where you bring lost and parted hope:
Aulularia Togata, Iudaeum pondus,
to ponder your King,
As Gods in them yourselves you fancy,
wonder yon' bring,
Us, your Knowledge's wealth- though it wilt' ne'er grant thee-
By inexhaustible credulity, our illuminated land imbued,
yet stay unlike Pontius Pilate demanded truth,
presume to aid thee, grant amused,
yon current bringst of Grand Truth.
Thankfully I did find more then Philosophy- AS
That time which spent in thinking kept
a satire on my Life as those afte'er drinking slept
for twas' a passion that which passion doeth
dost only passion passion proveth,
and passion kept only by passion gave,
Nosotros, la sonrisa lasciva,
that from which no one canst save.
That if from wont our Philosophy is bourne,
to from Heaven take the image of truthful formes,
the World that much more honest make,
thine pleaseth I to heed what admonish gave:
that if from wonting gave alwayes a passion be,
that which from sincerity no ration can decree,
Philosophy wonts that all other passions kind admire-
the passion to passion name and knowest-
or e'en to causeth like transpire.
To my Desire make, that dost not at once arrest
but that rather dost wonts find deject and stake.
Philosophy is a passion that from nothing twas she came,
from sequestration in her own management inveighed,
for she from wont wonts of all wonts other-
Nugae "ils continuent neanmoins"
to know her wont her own, and from it's wont yet partake another.
And diagnose a law and that law transmute
to progress from itself and it's flaws improve WHILST Love laye silent:
forgotten art all things which lovely try save what canst in grief most suddenly find
Thou who dost inspireth e'en as the statue of Eutychides of Sicyon whence supplied
that incanous genius of my quiet breath, wheresoe'er thine every image is kept,
that oft-times hath charm'd allicient casements, thereof so opening, unto the mind
as those Philosophers in the Mouseion uponeth Synesius the bishop from Cyrene-
that thou mayst preventeth I from that misguided wont to living by the vision of theft
that I calleth the actus reus of stealing from thou to the amenities of my thoughts' place
in pathless and intemperate hope which lies that, of the Heavens where thou dost bathe,
couldest I of learn for Heaven is a politic intrigue which filleth up both penury and praise
and is likely not devised in Books for in them I am goodly well but to such lonely dayes
I submit myself to describe the wont over thee or not as Queen Jocasta and her youth
yet unlike Achilles over Troilus dost I seek withal my power of mind o'er your truth
as Corydon and Thyrsis, who in Virgil's eclogues were noted for the homely glade,
and Catienus Philotimus who cast himselfe into funerall fire being burnt in grief's haste
dost as the Wanderers of Publius Nigidius in devotion occupy my poem's place.
For it is as Irnerius on the Eridanus who lucerna juris tryed;
Musae Etonenses, poetae Naiadas, Nymphasque; illarum fertur ab urnis
but twas' I only came so far to gaineth the talents of these useless scribes-
I whom art fit to calculate the surfaces of my life,
that speaks't to such clinical wonts, now seeing that Time hast lyd.
O for I attended a youthful suit in those I now consider,
in such long careers, as lonesome slaves
who whence calling themselves Artists or Scientists
art so disposed to conceive thereof
a scholar that knows enough to profess to the World
the knowledges of the World's wayes-
e'en some reverential Sui generis certified to, uponeth
that altar of our Immortal Traits,
honoreth those judgments and candor wherewith God Almighty
advocated His most tortured race:
that his natural image, in Man so thereof begotten,
dost thereupon falter grace
the experient calculation unto which He entereth
Beauty into Time and Place
that he canst removeth Man from those beatific movements
of Life's natural state
unlike Eratosthenes of Cyrene who doth ascertaineth
the Earth by it's actual length
for in the Soul's immurements of the Soul,
which Philosophy we so dost calleth,
without the guide of love, there art a plenty of Men
who abide by this laughable faith.
What in antiquity God createth the poet oft dignifies
thereby that, in those times of Vanity or of Devotion,
uponeth the names by Us Beauty gained,
the soul hence revives.
For so long as was Scholar tamed and oft staved
from his Books and his wisdom bade,
so very cold and contrite,
whilst his Atlas gleaming with oceans
no longer teach or delight
whilst memories fond and, teaming with moments
that dost to his cause relinquish their blight,
Shall HE in their New Hope passey defeating that Sorceress
Named Science; who's thoughts dost take their seat in his mind.
Nor dost he fall into the somnolence of his chapters
as they art made of in the dreams of the hopeful
into which his kind is increased and enraptured
and into which he is seized by his master;
nor dost he long for those Teachers to veritably preach or incite-
For on His behalf God doth replete in such clarity,
in ways so neat and concise,
in that Philosophy of the Civil and Sound
and of all the lives opened
into the continent lovers that hath by devotion
alone hereof reigned nigh.
For by God's law one abides of unspoken,
for by that Will one decides as Alexander and Thalestris,
that dost He aim to his children raise to his better become.
For He desireth that Pride renewed in all Poets wholesome,
that is One God that hath never lied to It's chosen
and so dost advise in tenuous songs that I hast beholden:
which like a thousand Iliads art supplied words the most golden
and those sights into the law of all laws the oldest,
thereof supplies the call of all calls remotest,
that leadest to every Scholar whereof
it so hides and is frozen
that We mayst rectify that life they hath been by imposed in
for We art like Zipoetes of Nicomedia Who's land was by monuments
adorned so that by the Exegetical sense of Nature he moveth
as Cassiopeia, who presumed Herself in Beauty O'er the Nereids
and Nymphs; doth the knowledges of the world, of our prima facie rent
the genius loci of the World the World concede to lend
her most beautiful and life giving elements to our best of men
and by them art the elements of the World excised to testament.
But also do I confess be known that every page of Philosophy
that betwixt this hand of mine doth rise is a curse against the mind:
and a brevity of transmigration from the intellect and it's wayes
which art tortuous and lamentable and mayst conceal one from his grace
as Aelius Aristides the Hypochondriac; that by his own virtue He is base.
Forlorn! The foil of Our afflicted conceit canst not
observe what Thou hath brought
in Heaven that is life's enthetic happiness
which mine sound thought oft hath caught
to so readily visit in those newly garnered investures
that twas, thereupon my hours,
oft given to that triumphant World that I
dost calleth Hope and that thou blessedth-
of hitherto wanting thee over the writing of:
for thou art by the race of Thalestris
hereof introduced unto I and from whence
such magnificent charity firstly made descent
into Human Ambition for young Pindar,
in thine own perficient motion, and vain sense,
that mayst thee lend such solifidian Poems as these of mine-
that art so beauteous like Cleanthes and his universal prayer
which, to Zeus, was drawn, to thou own honor I gave impart.
AND so as to enliven my good heart
but also so as to, however so gradually, inciteth I
towards the continence of those good parts,
which oft born to thou dost I hark for I, delighted nigh,
as Apollonius Tyaneus, in this ascetic hermitage,
hence recognize that for the Truth to thou I mayst embark.
Thou heard Wisdom in her choreutic and ecbolic tones
and captivated thy Soul shalt forever call that music Home.
And every time I fall in love I take a particle of her Beauty
with me, as Euryalus and Nisus, the ideal friends,
to my own Soul that I canst become a genus of that love
untaught- that I canst become an Angel of the above unsought.
Prey tell, that I, the collector of names, should ask
thou ordained captain of my faith- thou inservient
messenger, what canst thou be called truly save the Parthenian day
like Pausanias at Syene wherefore the sun dost no shadow cast?
That thine grace dost I testeth like Eris's incentive in her apple passed
or e'en in that cautious will of God whence it dost so passey exerted
so to cause to climb the inimitable purpose that the Fates do lay
and thereof inaugurated in the one latreutic body on the Earth
doth the anxious contest of finding and treating what love thou gave
so pervade the teaching of a philosopher hence to leave wonder averted
that thine true Wisdom and Grace canst be revealed unto mine Birth
of the Poems hence that I surrendereth unto thine beauty as thine deserves.
What Capo Ducato thou canst provide, which from the Sea dost elect to rise,
that hath been here welcomed, in the dust converted,
those Dead Men thereof that all, in the policy of thine to keep,
the shining vision of your empaestic want, dost findeth triumph to ever sleep
so that in Our death to the World thou wilst the World keep.
What awkward Gamut dost the dead man drive
to Opacity his Name covet instead of life?
For if to either our kindred genius falter must-
shouldest commoner we hold Faith such a smart of trust
as can from the Hearts of Men all thoughtless death thus keep?
For I knowest that all Religion to this aim thus leads;
To Man's looking to forget of Death always Who in His trust succeeds
at layeing Man's nameless Form to in the dust thus sleep
like Parthamaspates in Osroene who by his father was laid defeat
after His fill he's Had- for dost he not want our Name to forever keep?
It is in that light that I hath taken to My senses leave lame
as the Self in abnegation under Eucherius of Lyon in De laude Eremi-
to apparent Death, to victory, I steal, nolonger to his wonts complain.
Pardon me, with such a spoil of our Human history I hath forgotten-
what was it, what is it, what is Death's name?
For History is precisely how o'er me his Powers give
as the knowledge of his name I trade
for some of those with which our World is littered with
E'en though I do only know My name
and when I die it is not told by fame
but rather dost lend itself to all the others
of it's sort to grow or change or e'en to about goe estranged;
for togather the dead art some Hall of Mothers
that into thereafter dissolved a new method my Form employs-
and I cannot now suppose my mood
when I Men of Earth do care after all enthralled
and do extoll aloof as a Mother to her store of Joys
of raising children in Her equating lore
as Mother of Man I become, in History constrained
for those like I was in this Life to be by encouraged and amazed.
For the Only Sin from Hate is born,
that is called the contempt for death.
E'en though your name He takes
to measure the Extent of theft,
as he authenticates
in that constancy of motives base,
should you from his Haste afford
an equal one to make your Faith your lord
as o'er History in Who's Faith I hold
and Who's greatest Good I've known
of Death betwixt I forget to the World's Names
I make my home: and cleanse myself of His disease
for unlike Cersobleptes, the King of Odrysia,
tis' I myself who do enstate these decrees
of causing Death to withdraw my Life's balance release
that e'en though my Art depends
on the Names the worlds lost to my page attend
still tis' lye some ration that in this Book's encasement sleeps
of hoarded lore- Who's wonting talent dost laye Cruel Death appeased.
For as Protesilaus who from Hades twas' bade to see
his wife Laodamia, dost I my sickness pay this vagary,
that with such Names of beauty I do fate recite
of Saints or Greeks- to my own Poetry's grace suffice:
as Nerses of Cilicia who is, by Grace, thereafter called.
O let this verse sincerity demand as by God affaired his Law-
so that Meaning to my life I give,
and into the tutelage of Names I thrive
(where goes this seemingly bedighted kid.)
Twas' crowned every key to the sky applied— of Stellae erraticae,
Pleiades, Hyads, those stars 1 which within The Soul dwelleth
so crudely sound, that, standing unto, thou might riseth to
Pity the world for whilst our dayes have seen:
The sun, 2 when first by him the world was turned to die,
in it's inscient currency, e'en whilst He treated us withal action sly
and of eyes that aspire to Heavens one couldest only dream-
but that one mayst write, or hope, or with grope, or of sing-
shall it passey thee should maketh the only thing compensatory known
Art! which with thine contest dost leave to us to Our admonished Home
that entailsest thou dost knowest to pity that obtrusive spring
within our lucent eyes that would Feed'st thine Soul
and poetry of vinous contempt and those services of lies
when should cometh the hallmark of that recursive beame,
hark, that to preventeth one's hopes of meeting wives it dreams.
That celebrity of Beings higher; 3 thou canst not tempt that
coming parhelic circle- 4 how in the still and shooting rayes,
of the Dietetical soul, loitering amidst the staid current of our sight
will thrive a deal of new earths, Orbes, and shooting rayes, of life:
which in manhood's strength will inundate to please thee -
Great sight 5, who had but thy inspiration given,
No matter through what danger sought I'll fathom hell
as Æneas and that bough 6, e'en with it's veridical lentitude,
which now through all the general show of this Taste,
has brought your body up beneath your presuming face
which now around me layes like Enna or Umbilicus Siciliæ 7:
or Proserpine's sacred grove that, as Cicero will point out,
was within a day's journey of the nearest point
on all of it's three coasts, like you, who's strange situation
leaves you yet commoner then most: and hence a landmark
amongst the penumbra of women like that queen Semiramis
who by doves was fed and oft thou bathe in thou vale
that is sororal and I in the variegated flesh of good hope.
Time, who art the expiscatory Lord of my Soul's thought,
how crude but curious thou doth grows't
and how truly brilliant it is when thee canst
unnerve the wide world and effused seasons
as thou whilst wander'st, to the back of me,
thou who causeth I to think myself some
luminary of the universe: for thou art the
caustic ether which surviveth Our cogent liqueur
that, in condign interest, whilst seem to
hang me in the fixtures of the most important
amongst the Napaeae which art whimsical.
Time, thou first created thing-
Time, preceding all, for it is in only you that
things art given precedence or newness-
you art the chief intoxicant, the strongest effect
is in your consumption of consumption itself.
The universe, being first inlaid with your drug,
leaves countless ages of insobriety for all things
under you are forced to take you and to you become addicted.
For you I, this glutton, be: to devour the tears
That fill’d the world's due, and by Time's disease,
Who's tender countenance, of him makest a legislator
of sorts, o' er which a government was made
which did roundeth nations out of thoughtful glades.
That is to linger in the thought of Poetical truth-
which curses Leo of Isauria 8 and the books of the Sun
of science 9, and aims to reveal the world's freshest ornament
and to eat the riper [8] should, whilst he bathe at sea,
thereby that only herald to the world's due-
and knowing withal modest kingship of thyself thy own,
to thine own vernation surrendereth thy sweet self too
Lest once more wandering from thee that I live- for it
is more than willingly that I livest for your gift: for more
than willingly I would neglect with my eyes, that wishing,
hath been fixed to staring upon an object to concise
that to be the object of my wish it would have done you so.
I, in my pelorian and syndetic state, out of well-tuned sounds,
by unions carried, do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the enatic stars- do I consider every thing that thou receiv'st
And, having climbed that true concord of your huge theater,
presenteth nought but an itinerant service in your effulgence of ignes fatui.
For what, if I die, would'st thou love me not even that what
hath I yet obtain, I could give: which should be termed desire;
and almost like the only sweets of our Earthly revenue.
To thy safe bosom I live, for more of the wandering
of my everlasting stress. I could once obtain, but I would give:
Which should sufficiently be full complete and nothing
wanting but the art of love- a sap checked with Eclipses of
my memory as it came to pass collected in your Septentrion.
After Death- that is the death of love- left nothing is,
and from the laic divide, shouldest the wise Inquireth
or come to figuring how to devise? When a spoil of books
shall besiege thy self alone, thou of her prime: thou mightest
get a sum of my old excuse proving your incidental expenses yet,
Attending on my own new-appearing sight and still
Serving with thy self dost thou spend upon thy time thy own
which is aureous to only you. She, I suppose, was such
another who found no substitute for emphasis; vacant of
celations, her Pacific bust gives promise of the skin's excellence.
But philosophy is known to draweth up the weak,
in her engraft, and in her art they lulled to sleep;
like those Bees who frometh Sephalica dost migrateth deep.
Search, into the social thought of, while thou wilst
of Reason, for that line which nature twists be known.
That thou art, by all the World's devils, inclined to learning in
this sum of nature's motions that I canst never die
and, reading them like the celestial shield of Nonnos 10,
or the veil that Josephus talked on 11 which with the
constellations of Heaven was decorated
or even that ovoid stone bearing an inscription for Sargon I
in dedication to the temple of Sippara 12, that it would
come to passey that reflections unto you were sought
Till death abrupts them, and that instructive light,
Whose weary beams may on thy works to read,
That learning them in thee I shall havest my life.
I may on thy Maker's will; for unto reason go,
To ransom truth, e'en to read, that I might award
reason My great, sacred, oath: revealing Devils in
the sacred plan and professing in the the synectic smile,
thereby unto the Philosopher's rights that I would defile,
or that I shall drive, backed with the spoils of nature,
to stoop again below those Penates of the less divine 13,
Who's cernuous roses, for unto reason flow, to ransom
truth, e'en to replete the proof, of Love's sometimes being
but the grace which fascinates that to each other tie.
God, 'Then, by your favour, anything that's writ
Against this with unwonted thought as when homeward
I despise: this charity supernatural, with it's own
erotic tribe- whose talents lie in pride and vanities,
and when come to be enjoyed tear apart our World
whilst the wretched man or a churchman who thinks,
like sort, his actions in their fellow slaves to soar aloft,
Will call the hand of Arts to tame them in entertainment?
From my human heart, worthy of forgiveness,
With one impulse propels that bard
Who's famous with such authority,
Who's famous with eternity alone:
Not unlike Lel and Po-Lel 14 who, chasing each other,
do cause to being precipitated the aestival spirit.
Masters, I propose to be the mind, when sixty years
completed be, can from his shell, painting with a scholar
vain who is it for recompense, to behold a world that
already slumberest deep that I may succeedeth
to make my own circle of Vico 15 ; all for one hero
who but knew his own receipt and made a
lambent sunbeam in succinct lies he designed to tell
which would seek to illicit in his animal's life profiting
and causeth the world no longer to it's rest in peace.
I hate the bee whose sting is called enjoyment: [ie. orgasm]
Ah, happy, happy love! Thou art the most timid Silenus.
For ever bid the infinite movement of youth before my sight
where wasteful Time debateth there with only dicacity
and will, in benignant form, doth tease us out of each other's
woes so that love's familiar and intrinsical parts and all their
style I'll read and in His greatest power hide, stealing unseen
that I may outlive my love engrafted hence to this separation
with one I hath supposeth died; and there reigns Love,
and a ransom of all triumphant splendour unto thee-
so let him here who doth hence remain to see me
and calleth himself in the name of Reason's pride-
That Earth, Sea, and Air- supplied- should keepeth me
in this dapatical monument of the morning's eye alive!
EVEN as the shadow makes me first I burn, with
such true-love, in such a common one, In shape,
in sight: It is in you that I have come from this thrall,
hitherto in some remote corner of your tissues, all.
And for my sake, whilst thou lay on me alone,
Take all my sake to model races newer.
Thou shalt remaineth, in the midst of conticent nobility,
Eclectic and oscinian musician, unwearied in your exemplary labor,
as Numa Pompilius 16 who, in the name of Vesta,
erected that temple thereof where the sacred fire burns
for I, myself, hath consigned to createth one of yours-
thereby that thou shalt commandeth, as Philopoemen's urn 17,
The threshold of Earth's beauty as the convict of your form:
Under thee it is as though I am like Servilianus at Cephisia
and that all of the soft promenades and those tunes of birds
of country wherein for culture he sought fall unto me for means
to protection and not like Xeniades of Corinth, over his slave,
am I surprised as it happens life couldest not goals another have.
A little town you are, shaped thereby heroic deities,
and of a Botany so splendidly wrought. But reason dost tease
us out of youth before this sight; and thou depriveth me of
partaking samples in a garden who's plants drawest breath
up in your only human passion which canst grant them life.
Our Earth mothered Man, and thee did mother Her;
Thou who couldest write the stars in numbers fresh for I.
Philosophy! My ineptitude of thinking shall not persuade me
that I, the blind, do clearly see of you who art but a thought
which in this breast of mine doth cover me: or at least my Soul,
that which in thee time's furrows, is so old.
In you man faced the problems of his life and climb, said then his rage,
His swift pursuer from Hope to immund Idols:
and hence name them Reason, Truth, and Scope
for Eternal Justice was layed vanquisht after these appear'd.
But philosophy herself, oer' which these pretensions fall,
is far more kind and the kindest still, of man's expenses all,
who is not the distant seraph rowling in Heaven that sat on
thrones which, oft reassembling our convincible Powers,
Consulted how the fervent Clime smote on the Nations round
For those that, being males, were caused to listen and to bound
and to sacrifice their eminence to this forlorn Patron of the proud;
who's method causes one to think himself, like a young Artist,
a member of some sacred Kind, though with more efficacious
and more intently present mind, for Philosophy, that masculine
practice, being named but only the pursuit of knowledge is
thereby apt to becoming a vehicle for poetic thought.
DESTINY WHO ART THOU, HUMAN LOVE'S OWN BODY,
THAT, INSPIRING ALL CONJUGATION, IS THE FINAL MUSE
That you are fair or wise and forever good;
That if one thing is vain
Or strong, or generous,
You must add those tyrants to your sword.
The sap of Art, procured in gentle work, dost stain
The lovely gaze where to me thou repliest,
Or rememberd where every eye was born
To make the fashions of perpetual sight my license:
Beauty is a nativity in You, O like Epimenides 19,
And to all your untaught strain- for Beauty is Success
and in success thou dost campaign- for ever will the
lovers new, by you, pronounce their independent Muse.
I would livest yet an Ecbatana 1 hence knowing where,
unto the Pinax of Cebe, 2 wouldest that epornitic issue of
Thales 3 collect to supporteth mine soul to traveling and
treasure like from the way my pen couldest move to thee
so in that natation of the Heavens couldest I yet ever leave
that can be lived by I within them such nescient worlds.
AND into which the Enneads of Plotinus, 4 as it were
that they shouldest about one groweth, were like pale angels
which in imitativeness doth try to explain the way you work;
who art a mother to me like The Suidas 5 or the
Theatrum of Ortelius 6 or even those lands of
Sidon, 7 into which Jesus and Herod 8 passeyd,
or the Origines of Cato 9 which of the cities of Italy
would tell or even shouldest you be
like that Tower of Persia, 10 mentioned in the works of
Procopius of Caesarea, wherein one was buried live.
What of God's design which is deictic 11 that, in supinity,
should have it that those measures of your youth
should causeth me, in mine, a learner of Palaemon? 12
The erroneousness of the part that is my greatest calls; that
in God's edict I had only, by the face incanous, 13
came so as to chance unto contention that surviveth without name.
I saith; that if God, of want, should uniteth the
Men of Earth unto his Heaven then why art those men so
disposed towards these feelings which, unaccompanied,
do so readily evoke a feeling of divine consummation?
For when merely the thought of you, which I calleth my own
Statua of Janus, 14 for it is so deliberate, causeth to issue Salmacis 15
and, like that redolence of Nilica, 16 which doth causeth
to being lulled entire throngs of Indian Bees, 17 dost seduce me;
no longer mightest it be of my own fault that am I an atheist.
So, to I it seemeth, whom is that Ephebus, 18
of considering and the trumpeter of allusions vein;
that only by that negligible admonition which hath long-
sense, unto mine mother, escaped from memory
and from inundations grows whereof the Albino Star
does liveth with such a needfulness aside that novity
which is idle- idle always- and confideth I in simply a body which
is nascent and henceforth but a partial erudition of your laws:
does the pensive world judge me -
after which an Amazon I read or as Strabo upon Cerne of the East
I fled and did my poems sing as if they the story of Numa and Egeria 19
if I was another unto which the Italian goddess climbed
or like Pausanias and the Xoanon 19 being thus discovered
for I hath readeth yet those Protreptics of Iamblichus 20 yet
it is come to Eat the Brain 21, that I here pronounce: Ecce Signum, 22
that I am like the root of Iberia 23 whence to try your navigations.
That when the Daughter of Heaven, 24 on that Sicilian Plan,
raiseth the Fig, 25 or like The Saturae of Ennius 26 infuseth our land,
hark that Enipeus 27 of the Peneios 28 couldest not allow
and neither would the Erembi 29 on who's shores mariners scowl.
Neither will this Earth avail, at last,
because it is to small; and too small for I
withal sixteen years who did swallow Greece
and who is, before this canescent 30 Earth,
nothing but a fossil wandering; some exotic species
that the Earth couldest not yet release
unlike Sertorius of Nursia who was assasinated
at Perpenna Vento's feast
for I am adorned with my verses as Podocaterus of Cypria
and his clothes of iron filamentary that he procured in Venice.
Time, being he whom is the most illiberal and
consecrated of the sons of Discrimination, saith
withal heart like Pallenia: 31 on these subjects which
seem to pleaseth mine ears with efficacious song
as in Planctus Cygni whereof for the Sun the Swan does long.
For if a man is but that which he knowest of or if
he is his philosophy, then it should be quite idoneous
to find that I knowest of a substance far more
ancient then the blood of men and thereof I am antiquated
as the river Inopus 32 that has a connexion with the Nile
to find the poet begging, unlike Theon the Scholar,
for he was hence appointed to the Alexandrian Library last,
if all the world I could see was a world no higher then men
canst dream. In that line oft which Cardano of Pavia 33
enojyeth to making I find myself of wont to herein imitating
as I know the final line of Ars magna which oft we are abating
with concerns this Heaven's writ I hath felt such need to making
that only once dost it be written that thou canst defend the ancients.
I did sing for thee; Greece, Phoenecia, the Mount of Cyllene 34
and also an opulence of epithet which, in columns, hath thrived.
Knowing with certitude that my mind shouldest give
I stove with only a greater celerity towards that
which is arborescent, which is where my mind couldest end.
Ever still: I findeth difficulties in the absconding
from these knowledges as I do requireth of a greater element
then that of your prognostication and idealizing for,
as of yet, I've yet to sow in your name as many
worlds as Anaxarchus hath concieveth 35
nor have I produceth like the Corinthian 36 sort
that is feminine; which containeth your oscitant novity
and that you and civilization art synoecious 37
and that you succeedeth like Armenia; 38
and wherefore I couldest yet advise in the scholar nor
venerate like a poet: for you art like the vines of Jerusalem 39
and you shouldest be called that gem of history
who's Heaven couldest revealeth itself unto the philosopher
with those comforts of which only poetry couldest provideth;
and that detail wherewith these epithets and sciences renewest.
Whensoever the seal of Parturition 40 doth confide
in me that Cydonian 41 bough- of apples golden-
couldest I, some most inconsiderable one, infected by
those Pierides 42 whom is as Eson that collected dye- 43
presume diligently, with rectitude, in one contracted notion
which by my capital attests to those lines
which hitherto should follow:
Twas' right I, by the votaries 44, recline that I:
may sip sweet the ideas of their faith in rhyme
which seemingly from the river of Lydian gold 45 dost flow
and which like Tarquinius of Etruria 46 dost seethe insouciant
or e'en like some Thebian princess 47 doth never letting go;
that I could raiseth mine kingdom in her midst
or unlike those Argonauts whom to Colchis sailed 48
forever absent mine Tyrrhenian house 49 in bliss
from whence some Temple of Thessaly 50 was detailed-
flying the river Euleus 51 which divideth the city Susiana from
Elymais 52 and, cultured from the Garden of Alcinous 53, I speaketh
Geoponica 54 as I should find my way as noble Cyrus did; 55
wouldest thou contracteth the Enneads 56 that I lived in peace
with Dietetical conservations, had my soul dance never cease;
hath I never disregard to take of Phaedrian lake 57 or by Piraeus 58 sail.
As it was that they 59 had set their eyes on that with
which they longed to kiss; as I must navigate that Emathian shore 60
from whence now only the shadow of that love I tell implores
inasmuch as auletic 61 songs, which of the Pierian cord, are licensed
with only those eclectic minds with value as the silk of Tyre 62
or it is like the avian thought which invigorates my night
causing me to towardeth it's Elitist tune climbing go:
and happens to provideth that most Cyllenian 63 invention
which causeth in my mind a beauty that is Ephestian 64 only;
for, inasmuch as I have knowledge over those spheres of
unusual word, and uncommon myth and name I riseth higher
yet then either Euphorion or Lycophron hath commiteth
as that is my own nature and the nature of my game
and I am now like that muse of Euboia myself
whom also commandeth the Nemian flute.
But ever- still, the luxury of poetry succeedeth in a women;
and leaves and words are always lesser then that.
As it was, whilst in my mother's midst,
with that Galatean doll from whence I made
a kingdom stalwart- and produced my rarified fluid
was I to reap the fortune that my Muse was payed
by henceforth acknowledging that which God infuseth;
thereby inheriting those sovereignties of my own facade. AND
Twas' tamest wild, by that Avian Cord, and the Ichneumon's qualm, (1)
when muse contained, by orient shell and inocciduous balm, (2)
hence had inclineth by it's thural Strain; Typhon and Ecnephia
whence above great Paropamisadae did I soar as Alexander
and withheld the Cataonian plain like twigs of cedar. (3, 3b)
As fragrant waters curdled rain, hitherto becometh grander,
that Syconia, which are the fruits of the Fig, perchance could live
longside those loaves and opsonium by which man was nourished
and which, like the Phoenician trade, doth requireth a league
so as to, in dehiscence, and in their own times be cultivated;
that in the forest it is this tree that provideth everlasting frutage.
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