Idea - 39
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Some, when in Ryme, they of their Loves doe tell,
With Flames and Lightnings their Exordiums paint,
Some call on Heaven, some invocate on Hell,
And Fates and Furies, with their woes acquaint,
Elizium is too high a seate for Me,
I will not come in Stix or Phlegeton ,
The thrice-three Muses but too wanton be,
Like they that Lust, I care not, I will none.
Spightfull E RINNIS frights Me with her Lookes,
My man-hood dares not with foule A TE mell,
I quake to looke on H ECAT'S charming Bookes,
I still feare Bug-beares in A POLLO'S Cell.
I passe not for M INERVA , nor A SIREA ,
Onely I call on my divine Idea .
Some, when in Ryme, they of their Loves doe tell,
With Flames and Lightnings their Exordiums paint,
Some call on Heaven, some invocate on Hell,
And Fates and Furies, with their woes acquaint,
Elizium is too high a seate for Me,
I will not come in Stix or Phlegeton ,
The thrice-three Muses but too wanton be,
Like they that Lust, I care not, I will none.
Spightfull E RINNIS frights Me with her Lookes,
My man-hood dares not with foule A TE mell,
I quake to looke on H ECAT'S charming Bookes,
I still feare Bug-beares in A POLLO'S Cell.
I passe not for M INERVA , nor A SIREA ,
Onely I call on my divine Idea .
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