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Wednesday, 1 June 2016

The Author to the Reader, Upon his Infant-Muse by Henry Adis

My Maiden-Muse, whose subject was divine,
Is now by reason of our unjust time
With it distracted, all turn’d into passion,
As if contention onely were in fashion.
Her fancies that did soar beyond the skies,
By my undoing, haste to satyrise,
How could she thunder out injustice store,
In such a strain that ne’er was reach’d before?
Did I not curbe her in, she’d plainly tell
Each man his faults, and who do ill or well:
How could she praise the one, display the other,
Without partiality, though ‘t were my brother,
Or best of friends, the neerest of my kin?
She so detests and hates that hell-bred sin.
How doth she blush to see Gods Image, Man,
By his injustice like the Divel to stand!
Perverting Truth into a shamefully,
How much laments she when she hears men cry
They ‘r Plundered, Rob’d, and spoyl’d of all they have,
and of a Free-born Subject made a slave.
Life, Liberty, Estate, and Kingdomes Law
by greatnesse too unjustly kept in aw.
This moves her passion, makes her grow unruly,
and now I taste her disposition truly:
How froward is she, waspish, in the Pet,
to see that Christians worse then Heathens set
Themselves to rob their God, of these his due,
Justice and Mercy, only by which two
Most glorious Attributes he’s pleas’d alone
To make himself to us most cleerly known?
Beshrew them for disturbing of her rest,
for she for heaven and heavenly things was prest:
If thus in Infancy she’s forc’t to chide,
in riper years who may her taunts abide?
For in her youth if she such frownes do show,
in older age she needs must rougher grow.
And now her passion’s rais’d, ‘t is not in me
to mod’rate or alay it, till she see
True Iustice done, and I from Prison freed:
the which, that it be gain’d with greater speed,
I beg thee gentle Reader, presse and cry
for Justice, as if thou thy self didst ly
In my Estate, from which thou canst not be
till better Justice done, secur’d or free:
It is a general good, be then inclin’d
to have the Ruin’d Prisoner in thy mnid:
For what thou dost for him, thou’lt plainly see
is for thy self, and thy posteritie.

From: Adis, Henry, A spie, sent out of the Tower-chamber in the fleet. Diogenes-like Argus is sent to spie, the sequell tells you both by whom and why: if thous canst help him to his wished end, thou’lt prove the prisoners and thy kingdoms friend, 2008, Text Creation Partnership: Ann Arbor, Michigan and Oxford, pp. [unnumbered].

Date: 1648

By: Henry Adis (fl. 1641/2-1663)