The Complete Poems of Sir John Davies. Volume 1 of 2.Davies, John, Sir
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The Complete Poems of Sir John Davies. Volume 1 of 2.
Davies, John, Sir
Davies, John, Sir, 1569-1626; English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700
[Footnote 66: In 1st edition 'Thief' is misprinted 'shie' and Bp.
Hacket writes here: 'Prometheus stole fire: qui in tulit in terram
malum.' G.]
[Footnote 67: Fable in Æsop [Babrius]. G.]
[Footnote 68: Ixion. G.]
[Footnote 69: Danaides. G.]
[Footnote 70: Painstaking. G.]
Shortly, what is it but the firie coach
Which the _Youth_ sought, and sought his death withal?[71]
Or the _boye's_ wings, which when he did approch
The _sunne's_ hot beames, did melt and let him fall?[72]
And yet alas, when all our lamps are burnd,
Our bodyes wasted, and our spirits spent;
When we haue all the learnèd _Volumes_ turn'd,
Which yeeld mens wits both help and ornament:
What can we know? or what can we discerne?
When _Error_ chokes the windowes of the minde,
The diuers formes of things, how can we learne,
That haue been euer from our birth-day blind?[73]
When _Reasone's_ lampe, which (like the _sunne_ in skie)
Throughout _Man's_ little world her beames did spread;
Is now become a sparkle, which doth lie
Vnder the ashes, halfe extinct, and dead:
How can we hope, that through the eye and eare,
This dying sparkle, in this cloudy place,
Can recollect these beames of knowledge cleere,
Which were infus'd in the first minds by grace?
So might the heire whose father hath in play
Wasted a thousand pound of ancient rent;
By painefull earning of a[74] groate a day,
Hope to restore the patrimony spent.
[Footnote 71: Phaethon. Hacket.]
[Footnote 72: Icarus. Hacket.]
[Footnote 73: Anima tanquam tabula, Aris[totle]. Hacket.]
[Footnote 74: 'One' in 1599 and 1608 editions. G.]
The wits that diu'd most deepe and soar'd most hie
Seeking Man's pow'rs, haue found his weaknesse such:
"Skill comes so slow, and life so fast doth flie,
"We learne so little and forget so much.
For this the wisest of all morall[75] men
Said, '_He knew nought, but that he nought did know_';
And the great mocking-Master mockt not then,
When he said, '_Truth was buried deepe[76] below_.'
For how may we to others' things attaine,
When none of vs his owne soule vnderstands?
For which the Diuell mockes our curious braine,
When, '_Know thy selfe_' his oracle commands.[77]
[Footnote 75: 'Mortal' in 1599 and 1608 editions. G.]
[Footnote 76: Misprinted 'here' but corrected in the errata of 1622
edition, as above, from 1599 and 1608 editions. G.]
[Footnote 77: Oraculum Appollinis [f]uit Diabolicum. Hacket.]
For why should wee the busie Soule beleeue,
When boldly she concludes of that and this;
When of her selfe she can no iudgement giue,
Nor how, nor whence, nor where, nor what she is?
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