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So glorious, so full of Eloquence, 



They both surprize, and captivate the Sense 



So Ravishing, I cease to wonder more 



Why Dioclefion, the Ernperour, 



Put off his purple, and resigned up all, 



To lead his Life, within a Garden-Wall: 



So various, as if they meant to F/V 



Their different Faces, with Hunianitie : 



So Nurnerous, we'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 Heavn, derive a pedigree.) 



But O their vertues ! Thofe do strike one Mute 



Th'are pas exprefsion, some, paft finding out: 



Or peftered with an inconvenience, which 



Makes Him that knows 'em but a knowing-witch 



And that's one Reason th'are so clofely hid, 



{Nature's whole System so inveloped) 



And we {Poor Mortalls) thus exposed to trie 



Endleffe Conclusions for their Energie. 



Nor shoulde w'm any measure, this attain ; 



But that some Vocal Signatures, explain 



The end of their Production, and Restore 



To us, in part, what Adatn knew before 



In which grave work, a number have done well 



But very few, had fortune to excell: 



And those that did, the Anciens greatly Priz'd, 



Rewarded high, nay, sometime Idoliz'd 



* * * But now! what shall we say 



What owe we to You, that we have Smoothed 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 Med'cines, at command. 



* * * I could (almost) 



Believe the Wise-rmn's Books were never Lost, 

 (Such is Knowledge, doth from hence accrew!) 

 Or (were they so) I'm fure th'are found in you. 



Go on (Brave Soul!) and Perfect this Design, 

 Whil'st we confpire, to make your glory fhine; 

 And (with Respect to Learning) fancy still 

 That Coles hath writ, as faer as any Quill 



S. Wharton. 



