ΑΝ APOLOGIE FOR THE FORE-GOING HY M [NE] as having been writt when the au- TH Hus have I back again to thy bright name (Fair floud of holy fires!) transfus'd the flame I took from reading thee, tis to thy wrong I know, that in my weak & worthlesse song Thou here art sett to shine where thy full day Scarse dawnes. O pardon if I dare to say Thine own dear bookes are guilty. For from thence I learn't to know that love is eloquence. That hopefull maxime gave me hart to try If, what to other tongues is tun'd so high, Thy praise might not speak English too; forbid (By all thy mysteryes that here ly hidde) Forbid it, mighty Love! let no fond Hate Of names & wordes, so farr præjudicate. Souls are not SPANIARDS too, one freindly floud Of BAPTISM blends them all into a blood. CHRIST's faith makes but one body of all soules A[n]d love's that body's soul, no law controwlls Our free traffique for heav'n we may maintaine Peace, sure, with piety, though it come from SPAIN. What soul so e're, in any language, can Speak heav'n like her's is my souls country-man. O'tis not spanish, but 'tis heav'n she speaks! Of little EAGLES & young loves, whose high There are now, whose draughts (as deep as hell) Where flowes such wine as we can have of none THE FLAMING HEART UPON THE BOOK AND TERESA, (AS SHE IS USUALLY EX- Ell meaning readers! you that come as freinds WE And catch the pretious name this peice pretends; Make not too much hast to' admire That fair-cheek't fallacy of fire. This is the mistresse flame; & duteous he Her happy fire-works, here, comes down to see. O most poor-spirited of men! Had thy cold Pencil kist her PEN Thou couldst not so unkindly err To show us This faint shade for HER. Fire from the burning cheeks of that bright Booke That could be found SERAPHICALL; Glowing cheek, & glistering wings, Had fill'd the Hand of this great HEART. Give Him the vail; that he may cover The Red cheeks of a rivall'd lover. What magazins of immortall ARMES there shine! Give then the dart to her who gives the flame; But if it be the frequent fate Of worst faults to be fortunate; If all's præscription; & proud wrong Give me the suff[r]ing SERAPHIM. His be the bravery of all those Bright things. Leave HER alone THE FLAMING HEART. Leave her that; and thou shalt leave her A nobler weapon then a WOUND. O HEART! the æquall poise of love's both parts Live in these conquering leaves; live all the same; By thy larg draughts of intellectuall day, And by thy th[ir]sts of love more large then they; |