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Philosophy the great and only heir	A
Of all that human knowledge which has bin	B
Unforfeited by man's rebellious sin	B
Though full of years he do appear	C
Philosophy I say and call it he	D
For whatso'ere the painter's fancy be	D
It a male virtue seems to me	D
Has still been kept in nonage till of late	E
Nor manag'd or enjoy'd his vast estate	E
Three or four thousand years one would have thought	F
To ripeness and perfection might have brought	F
A science so well bred and nurst	F
And of such hopeful parts too at the first	F
But oh the guardians and the tutors then	G
Some negligent and some ambitious men	G
Would ne'er consent to set him free	D
Or his own natural powers to let him see	D
Lest that should put an end to their authority	D
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That his own business he might quite forget	F
They' amus'd him with the sports of wanton wit	F
With the desserts of poetry they fed him	H
Instead of solid meats t' encrease his force	I
Instead of vigorous exercise they led him	H
Into the pleasant labyrinths of ever fresh discourse	I
Instead of carrying him to see	D
The riches which do hoarded for him lie	J
In Nature's endless treasury	D
They chose his eye to entertain	K
His curious but not covetous eye	J
With painted scenes and pageants of the brain	K
Some few exalted spirits this latter age has shown	L
That labour'd to assert the liberty	D
From guardians who were now usurpers grown	L
Of this old minor still captiv'd Philosophy	D
But 'twas rebellion call'd to fight	F
For such a long oppressed right	F
Bacon at last a mighty man arose	M
Whom a wise King and Nature chose	M
Lord Chancellor of both their laws	N
And boldly undertook the injur'd pupil's cause	O
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Authority which did a body boast	F
Though 'twas but air condens'd and stalk'd about	F
Like some old giant's more gigantic ghost	F
To terrify the learned rout	F
With the plain magic of true reason's light	F
He chas'd out of our sight	F
Nor suffer'd living men to be misled	F
By the vain shadows of the dead	F
To graves from whence it rose the conquer'd phantom fled	F
He broke that monstrous god which stood	F
In midst of th' orchard and the whole did claim	P
Which with a useless scythe of wood	F
And something else not worth a name	P
Both vast for show yet neither fit	F
Or to defend or to beget	F
Ridiculous and senseless terrors made	F
Children and superstitious men afraid	F
The orchard's open now and free	D
Bacon has broke that scarecrow deity	D
Come enter all that will	Q
Behold the ripen'd fruit come gather now your fill	Q
Yet still methinks we fain would be	D
Catching at the forbidden tree	D
We would be like the Deity	D
When truth and falshood good and evil we	D
Without the senses aid within our selves would see	D
For 'tis God only who can find	F
All Nature in his mind	F
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From words which are but pictures of the thought	F
Though we our thoughts from them perversely drew	R
To things the mind's right object he it brought	F
Like foolish birds to painted grapes we flew	R
He sought and gather'd for our use the true	R
And when on heaps the chosen bunches lay	S
He press'd them wisely the mechanic way	S
Till all their juice did in one vessel join	T
Ferment into a nourishment divine	U
The thirsty soul's refreshing wine	U
Who to the life an exact piece would make	V
Must not from other's work a copy take	V
No not from Rubens or Vandyke	W
Much less content himself to make it like	W
Th' ideas and the images which lie	J
In his own fancy or his memory	D
No he before his sight must place	X
The natural and living face	X
The real object must command	F
Each judgment of his eye and motion of his hand	F
From these and all long errors of the way	S
In which our wand'ring predecessors went	F
And like th' old Hebrews many years did stray	S
In deserts but of small extent	F
Bacon like Moses led us forth at last	F
The barren wilderness he past	F
Did on the very border stand	F
Of the blest promis'd land	F
And from the mountain's top of his exalted wit	F
Saw it himself and shew'd us it	F
But life did never to one man allow	Y
Time to discover worlds and conquer too	R
Nor can so short a line sufficient be	D
To fathom the vast depths of Nature's sea	D
The work he did we ought t' admire	Z
And were unjust if we should more require	A2
From his few years divided 'twixt th' excess	B2
Of low affliction and high happiness	C2
For who on things remote can fix his sight	F
That's always in a triumph or a fight	F
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From you great champions we expect to get	F
These spacious countries but discover'd yet	F
Countries where yet in stead of Nature we	D
Her images and idols worshipp'd see	D
These large and wealthy regions to subdue	R
Though learning has whole armies at command	F
Quarter'd about in every land	F
A better troop she ne're together drew	R
Methinks like Gideon's little band	F
God with design has pick'd out you	R
To do these noble wonders by a few	R
When the whole host he saw they are said he	D
Too many to o'ercome for me	D
And now he chooses out his men	G
Much in the way that he did then	G
Not those many whom he found	F
Idly extended on the ground	F
To drink with their dejected head	F
The stream just so as by their mouths it fled	F
No but those few who took the waters up	D2
And made of their laborious hands the cup	D2
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With courage and success you the bold work begin	B
Your cradle has not idle bin	B
None e're but Hercules and you could be	D
At five years age worthy a history	D
And ne're did fortune better yet	F
Th' historian to the story fit	F
As you from all old errors free	D
And purge the body of philosophy	D
So from all modern follies he	D
Has vindicated eloquence and wit	F
His candid style like a clean stream does slide	F
And his bright fancy all the way	S
Does like the sun shine in it play	S
It does like Thames the best of rivers glide	F
Where the god does not rudely overturn	E2
But gently pour the crystal urn	E2
And with judicious hand does the whole current guide	F
'T has all the beauties Nature can impart	F
And all the comely dress without the paint of art	F

Abraham Cowley

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