The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher in Ten Volumes - Volume I. by John Fletcher;Francis Beaumont
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RICH. LOVELACE. On Master JOHN FLETCHERS Dramaticall Poems. _Great tutelary Spirit of the Stage_! FLETCHER! _I can fix nothing but my rage Before thy Workes, 'gainst their officious crime Who print thee now, in the worst scæne of Time. For me, uninterrupted hadst thou slept Among the holly shades and close hadst kept The mistery of thy lines, till men might bee Taught how to reade, and then, how to reade thee. But now thou art expos'd to th' common fate, Revive then (mighty Soule!) and vindicate From th' Ages rude affronts thy injured fame, Instruct the Envious, with how chast a flame Thou warmst the Lover; how severely just Thou wert to punish, if he burnt to lust. With what a blush thou didst the Maid adorne, But tempted, with how innocent a scorne. How Epidemick errors by thy_ Play _Were laught out of esteeme, so purged away. How to each sence thou so didst vertue fit, That all grew vertuous to be thought t' have wit. But this was much too narrow for thy art, Thou didst frame governments, give Kings their part, |
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