ation for? or why
Such suddain Triumphs?_ FLETCHER _the people cry!
Just so, when Kings approach, our Conduits run
Claret, as here the spouts flow_ Helicon;
_See, every sprightfull_ Muse _dressed trim and gay
Strews hearts and scatters roses in his way.
Thus th'outward yard set round with_ bayes _w'have seene,
Which from the garden hath transplanted been:
Thus, at the Praetor's feast, with needlesse costs
Some must b'employd in painting of the posts:
And some as dishes made for sight, not taste,
Stand here as things for shew to_ FLETCHERS _feast.
Oh what an honour! what a Grace 'thad beene
T'have had his Cooke in_ Rollo _serv'd them in!_
FLETCHER _the King of Poets! such was he,
That earned all tribute, claimed all soveraignty;
And may he that denye's it, learn to blush
At's_ loyall Subject, _starve at's_ Beggars bush:
_And if not drawn by example, shame, nor Grace,
Turne o've to's_ Coxcomb, _and the Wild-goose Chase.
Monarch of Wit! great Magazine of wealth!
From whose rich_ Banke, _by a Promethean-stealth,
Our lesser flames doe blaze! His the true fire,
When they like Glo-worms, being touch'd, expire,
'Twas first beleev'd, because he alwayes was,
The_ Ipse dixit, _and_ Pythagoras
_To our Disciple-wits; His soule might run
(By the same-dream't-of Transmigration)
Into their rude and indigested braine,
And so informe their Chaos-lump againe;
For many specious brats of this last age
Spoke_ FLETCHER _perfectly in every Page.
This rowz'd his Rage to be abused thus:
Made'_s Lover mad, Lieutenant humerous.
_Thus_ Ends of Gold and Silver-men _are made
(As th'use to say) Goldsmiths of his owne trade;
Thus_ Rag-men _from the dung-hill often hop,
And publish forth by chance a Brokers shop:
But by his owne light, now, we have descri'd
The drosse, from that hath beene so purely tri'd_.
Proteus _of witt! who reads him doth not see
The manners of each sex of each degree!
His full stor'd fancy doth all humours fill
From th'_Queen _of_ Corinth _to_ the maid o'th mill;
_His_ Curate, Lawyer, Captain, Prophetesse
_Shew he was all and every one of these;
Hee taught (so subtly were their fancies seized)_
To Rule a Wife, and yet the Women pleas'd.
Parnassus _is thine owne, Claime't as merit,
Law makes the Elder Brother to inherit.

G. Hills._

IN HONOUR OF M