Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, ON THE PUBLISHING OF THESE HIS POEMS, by FRANCIS BARNARD (D. 1698) First Line: Let not (my friend) th' incredulous sceptic man Last Line: Only thyself and heav'n can paint thy soul. Subject(s): Flatman, Thomas (1637-1688) | ||||||||
LET not (my friend) th' incredulous sceptic man Dispute what potent Art and Nature can! Let him believe, the birds that did bemoan The loss of Zeuxis' grapes in querulous tone, Were silenc'd by a painted dragon, found A Telesme to restrain their chatt'ring sound, And that one made a mistress could enforce A neighing sigh, ev'n from a stallion horse! Let old Timanthes now unveil the face Of his Atrides, thou'lt give sorrow grace! Now may Parrhasius let his curtain stand! And great Protogenes take off his hand! For all that lying Greece and Latium too Have told us of, thou (only thou) mak'st true. And all the miracles which they could show, Remain no longer faith; but science now. Thou dost those things that no man else durst do, Thou paint'st the lightning, and the thunder too! The soul and voice! Thou'lt make Turks, Jews, with Romanists consent, To break the second great Commandement: And them persuade an adoration giv'n In picture, will as grateful be to Heav'n As one in metre. Th' art is in excess; But yet thy ingenuity makes it less. With pen and pencil thou dost all outshine, In speaking picture, Poesy divine. Poets, creators are! You made us know Those are above, and dread those are below; But 'tis no wonder you such things can dare, That painter, poet, and a prophet are. The stars themselves think it no scorn to be Plac'd, and directed in their way by thee. Thou know'st their virtue, and their situation, The fate of years, and every great mutation; With the same kindness let them look on Earth, As when they gave thee first thy happy birth! The sober Saturn aspects Cynthia bright, Resigning hers, to give us thy new light. The gentle Venus rose with Mercury (Presage of softness in thy Poesy), And Jove and Mars in amicable Trine Do still give spirit to thy polish'd line. Thou mayst do what thou wilt without control: Only thyself and Heav'n can paint thy soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY WORTHY FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, UPON PUBLISHING OF HIS POEMS by FRANCIS KNOLLYS TO HIS ESTEEMED FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, UPON PUBLISHING OF POEMS by RICHARD NEWCOURT TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, ON THE PUBLISHING OF POEMS by WALTER POPE TO MY DEAR FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN; PINDARIC ODE by OCTAVIAN PULLEYN TO THE AUTHOR ON HIS EXCELLENT POEMS by NAHUM TATE TO MY FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, UPON THE PUBLICATION OF HIS POEMS by ROBERT THOMPSON A PRAISE OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE |
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