Hence ye profane: mell not with holy things That @3Sion@1 muse from @3Palestina@1 brings. @3Parnassus@1 is transform'd to @3Sion@1 hill, And @3Iu'ry-palmes@1 her steep ascents done fill. Now good Saint @3Peter@1 weeps pure @3Helicon,@1 And both the @3Maries@1 make a Musick mone: Yea and the Prophet of heauenly Lyre, Great @3Salomon,@1 sings in the English Quire, And is become a newfound Sonetist, Singing his loue, the holy spouse of Christ: Like as she were some light-skirts of the rest, In mightiest Ink-hornismes he can thither wrest. Ye @3Sion@1 Muses shall by my deare will, For this your zeale, and far-admired skill, Be straight transported from @3Ierusalem,@1 Vnto the holy house of @3Betleem.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALEXANDER THROCKMORTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DE PROFUNDIS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE TRUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES MEMENTO MORI by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS GREAT THOUGHTS by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |