The Golden Bridle of @3Bellerophon@1 Is Temperance, by which our Passion, And Appetite we conquer and subdue To Reasons Regiment: else may we rue Our yeelding to Mens @3Syren@1-blandishments, Which are attended with so foule Events. This Pearle in @3Her@1 was so conspicuous, As that the King Her Brother still did use To stile @3Her@1 His sweete Sister Temperance; By which Her much-admir'd Selfe-governance, Her Passions still @3Shee@1 checkt, and still @3Shee@1 made The World astonisht, that so undismaid @3Shee@1 did with equall Tenor still proceede In one faire course, not shaken as a reed: But built upon the Rocke of Temperance: Not daz'd with feare, not maz'd with any Chance; Not with (@3sic@1) vaine Hope (as with an emptie Spoone) Fed or allur'd to cast beyond the Moone: Not with rash Anger to precipitate, Not fond to love, nor too too prone to hate: Not charm'd with Parasites, or @3Syren@1 Songs, Whose hearts are poison'd, though their sugred Tongues Sweare, vow, and promise all Fidelity, When they are bruing deepest Villany. Not led to vaine or too profuse Expence, Pretending thereby State Magnificence: Not spending on these momentany pleasures Her precious Time: but deeming her best Treasures Her Subjects Love, which @3Shee@1 so well preserv'd, By sweete and milde Deameanour, as it serv'd To guard @3Her@1 surer, then an Armie Royall; So true their Loves were to Her, and so Loyall: O Golden Age! O blest and happie Yeares! O Musicke sweeter then that of the Spheares! When Prince and people mutually agree In sacred Concord, and sweete Symphonie! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SEASONS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SIXTEEN MONTHS by CARL SANDBURG |