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When wilt thou be at full, great Lunatique?
Not till thou exceed the world? Canst thou be like
A prosperous nose-borne wenne, which sometimes growes
To be farre greater then the Mother-nose? 20
Goe then; and as to thee, when thou didst go,
_Munster_ did Townes, and _Gesner_ Authors show,
Mount now to _Gallo-belgicus_; appear
As deepe a States-man, as a Gazettier.
Homely and familiarly, when thou com'st back, 25
Talke of _Will. Conquerour_, and _Prester Iack_.
Go bashfull man, lest here thou blush to looke
Vpon the progresse of thy glorious booke,
To which both Indies sacrifices send;
The West sent gold, which thou didst freely spend, 30
(Meaning to see't no more) upon the presse.
The East sends hither her deliciousnesse;
And thy leaves must imbrace what comes from thence,
The Myrrhe, the Pepper, and the Frankincense.
This magnifies thy leaves; but if they stoope 35
To neighbour wares, when Merchants do unhoope
Voluminous barrels; if thy leaves do then
Convey these wares in parcels unto men;
If for vast Tons of Currans, and of Figs,
Of Medicinall and Aromatique twigs, 40
Thy leaves a better method do provide,
Divide to pounds, and ounces sub-divide;
If they stoope lower yet, and vent our wares,
Home-_manufactures_, to thick popular Faires,
If _omni-praegnant_ there, upon warme stalls, 45
They hatch all wares for which the buyer calls;
Then thus thy leaves we justly may commend,
That they all kinde of matter comprehend.
Thus thou, by means which th'Ancients never took,
A Pandect makest, and Vniversall Booke. 50
The bravest Heroes, for publike good,
Scattered in divers Lands their limbs and blood.
Worst malefactors, to whom men are prize,
Do publike good, cut in Anatomies;
So will thy booke in peeces; for a Lord 55
Which casts at Portescues, and all the board,
Provide whole books; each leafe enough will be
For friends to passe time, and keep company.
Can all carouse up thee? no, thou must fit
Measures; and fill out for the half-pint wit: 60
Some shall wrap pils, and save a friends life so,
Some shall stop muskets, and so kill a foe.
Thou shalt not ease the Criticks of next age
So much, at once their hunger to asswage:
Nor shall wit-pirats hope to finde thee lye 65
All in one bottome, in one Librarie.
Some Leaves may paste strings there in other books,
And so one may, which on another looks,
Pilfer, alas, a little wit from you;
[Sidenote *: I meane from
one page which shall paste
strings in a booke[1]]
But hardly[*] much; and yet I think this true; 70
As _Sibyls_ was, your booke is mysticall,
For every peece is as much worth as all.
Therefore mine impotency I confesse,
The healths which my braine bears must be far lesse:
Thy Gyant-wit'orethrowes me, I am gone; 75
And rather then read all, I would reade none.

_I. D. _


[Footnote 1: I meane _&c. _ _side-note in 1611_]


[Vpon Mr. _&c. _ _1649_, _where it was placed with_ The Token
(_p. _ 72_), _at the end of the_ Funerall Elegies: _appeared
originally in_ Coryats Crudities (_1611: see note_) _with
heading_ Incipit Joannes Donne. ]

[2 leavened _1611:_ learned _1649-69 and mod. edd. _]

[7 longdst _1611:_ long'st _1649-69_]

[19 sometimes. ] sometime _1611_]

[24 Gazettier. _1611:_ Garretteir _1649-69_]

[28 booke,] booke. _1611_]

[37 barrels; _1649-69:_ barrels, _1611_]

[56 board, _1611:_ board _1649-69_]




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