Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence <br />Got an antipathy to wit and sence, <br />And hug'd that fate, in hope the world would grant <br />'Twas good -- affection to be ignorant; <br />Yet the least ray of thy bright fancy seen <br />I had converted, or excuseless been: <br />For each birth of thy muse to after-times <br />Shall expatiate for all this age's crimes. <br />First shines the Armoret, twice crown'd by thee, <br />Once by they Love, next by Poetry; <br />Where thou the best of Unions dost dispence: <br />Truth cloth'd in wit, and Love in innocence. <br />So that the muddyest Lovers may learn here, <br />No fountains can be sweet that are not clear. <br />Then Juvenall reviv'd by thee declares <br />How flat man's Joys are, and how mean his cares; <br />And generously upbraids the world that they <br />Should such a value for their ruine pay. <br />But when thy sacred muse diverts her quill, <br />The Lantskip to design of Zion-Hill;32 <br />As nothing else was worthy her or thee, <br />So we admire almost t'Idolatry. <br />What savage brest would not be rapt to find <br />Such Jewells insuch Cabinets enshrind'? <br />Thou (fill'd with joys too great to see or count) <br />Descend'st from thence like Moses from the Mount, <br />And with a candid, yet unquestioned aw, <br />Restorlst the Golden Age when Verse was Law. <br />Instructing us, thou so secur'st thy fame, <br />That nothing can distrub it but my name; <br />Nay I have hoped that standing so near thine <br />'Twill lose its drosse, and by degrees refine ... <br />"Live, till the disabused world consent <br />All truths of use, or strength, or ornament, <br />Are with such harmony by thee displaid, <br />As the whole world was first by number made <br />And from the charming rigour thy Muse brings <br />Learn there's no pleasure but in serious things.<br /><br />Katherine Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-mr-vaughan-silurist-on-his-poems/
