Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
The Lawyers PhilosophyLXXIV. Roger Tisdale
A
Lightly arise, and on thy wings advance
Thy nimble-soaring spirit to the sunne,
Above the clouds that yet doe overrunne
Thy bright-ey’d beauty! Rowse away this dream,
That eddies in thy braine, like to a stream,
Whose giddy windings with plebeian stormes
Turne and returne, begetting sundry formes.
What though my sighs like clouds do fill the aire,
Thinke it not night: nor let us so duspaire,
As fainting to lye down in sorrowes deepe,
And there take up our last, eternall sleepe.
No, no; shake off the dewfalls of the night
That dampe thy plumes, and soare into the light
With cheerfull notes; whilst I retir’d, sit still,
Sighing a sad faburthen from my quill
To thy more nimble warblings. Let not feare
Distract our hopes: there’s One above will heare,
If all the world neglect us. And for rumours,
Breath’d from the vulgar, which are only tumours
And swelling water-bubbles, that together
Doe rise and fall, according to the weather,
Why should we feare them? Let the inward man
Looke upward, then doe Envy when she can.
Set therefore now thy voice in tune to mine,
In descant manner; and again to thine
I’le tune a ground; and both together we,
Two parts in one, so sweetly will agree,
As, whilst the rabble and rude multitude
With their vncivill clamours doe intrude,
Breaking all law and right, true musick’s lore,
We will in tune them out of tune deplore.