ACCOUNT OF THE PHISICK GARDEN 191 



Say, they are speechlefs too : the men of Words 



They murmur though, & shake their crests disturb'd 



By fancy winds : nor would their rage be curb'd, 



Were't not in vain their Honor to repair, 



When 'tis to fight the winds, and beat the Ayr : 



Jove whispers peace ; or else we well might wonder 



He go secure, lets rust his Dasdard Thunder. 



These Earth-born Giants take a distant course 



By plots more perilous than was their force. 



Each man's an Ambuscado ; and may well 



Be said at once Perdue and Centinel. 



How they advance tow"rds Heaven night and day 



And strenghth increeses still upon the way, 



Yet moves unseen : But Joves all-kenning eye 



Did from these wily stratagems espie 



Else might th' All-conquerour haue been surpris'd 



As was our own by men in Boughs disguis'd. 



So that Apollo sent a league to treat 



And to Caress them with a gentle heat ; 



With numerous presents of his golden Rayes ; 



With farther promise of serener Dayes. 



Else would their force crack Heavens Chariot wheels, 



But prostrate Earth too hangs about their heels ; 



And as an Ancient loyall Sabine Wife 



Ventures to intercede, and part the strife, 



So men, whose humbler scope is heavens Crown, 



With darling Earth are clog'd and fetter' d down. 



Could we believe but what old people do 



They were not only men but Christians too, 



Who fright the Div'l himself; had God but set 



In his first Colony this Amulet ; 



No work for Cherub had there been : no doubt 



The fliend had been, and not poor man cast out, 



And Proserpine might here haue fil'd her lap 



With only flowers and not an after-clap : 



fTrom sons of Adam now we must retrieve 



Our warning to the daughters next of Eve. 



Gardens of Beauties, many in pursuit 



Are of your own choice flow'rs, & rarest fruit : 



Weak is your Sex ; you know the Div'l in swine 



Was nere repuls'd by hedge of Eglantine. 



If yet the Courtier flox, or Ruffian Bore 



That Mound haue never undermin'd and tore, 



Thus fortifie y or selves ; in your defence 



Set Giant Honour, Giant Conscience. 



So shall you never keep, by this advice, 



Knaves Kitchen Gardens but ffools Paradise. 



So farewell Heroes ; who shall sing of you, 

 When as Heroick is Georgick too ? 



