Dr. Wild's poem. In nova fert animus, &c, or, A new song to an old friend from an old poet, upon the hopeful new Parliament. Wild, Robert, 1609-1679. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06898 of text N11673 in the English Short Title CatalogTextual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 7 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B06898 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[79] 99886898 ocm99886898 181409 2240886720

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06898) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 181409) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A1:1[80]) Dr. Wild's poem. In nova fert animus, &c, or, A new song to an old friend from an old poet, upon the hopeful new Parliament. Wild, Robert, 1609-1679. 1 sheet ([1] p.). s.n., [London? : 1679?] Verse: "We are all tainted with the Athenian-itch,". In two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Political poetry, English -- Early works to 1800. eebo Dr. Wild's poem. In nova fert animus, &c, or, A new song to an old friend from an old poet, upon the hopeful new Parliament. Wild, Robert, 1679 1 1167 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-12 Sampled and proofread 2009-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Dr. Wild's Poem . IN NOVA FERT ANIMVS , &c , OR , A NEW SONG TO AN OLD FRIEND from an OLD POET , Upon the Hopeful New Parliament . WE are All tainted with the Athenian-Itch , News , and new Things do the whole World bewitch . Who would be Old , or in Old fashions Trade ? Even an Old Whore would fain go for a Maid : The Modest of both Sexes , buy new Graces , Of Perriwigs for Pates , and Paint for Faces . Some wear new Teeth in an old Mouth ; and some Carve a new Nose out of an aged Bum. Old Hesiod's gods Immortal Youth enjoy : Cupid , though Blind , yet still goes for a Boy ; Under one Hood Hypocrite Janus too , Carries two faccs , one Old , th' other New . Apollo wears no Beard , but still looks young ; Diana , Pallas , Venus , all the throng Of Muses Graces , Nymphs , look Brisk and Gay , Priding themselves in a perpetual May. Whiles doting Saturn , Pluto , Proserpin , At their own ugly Wrinkles Rage and Grin ; The very Furies in their looks do twine ; Snakes , whose embroydered skyns nenew their shine ; And nothing makes Great Juno chafe and scold , But Joves new Misses slighting her as Old . Poets , who others can Immortal make , When they grow Gray , their Lawrels them forsake ; And seek young Temples , where they may grow Green ; No Palsie-hands may wash in Hypocrene ; 'T was not Terse Clarret , Eggs , and Muskadine , Nor Goblets Crown'd with Greek or Spanish Wine , Could make new Flames in Old Ben Johnsons Veins , But his Attempts prov'd lank and languid strains : His New Inn ( so he nam'd his youngest Play ) Prov'd a blind Ale-house , cry'd down the first Day : His own dull Epitaph — Here lies Ben Johnson , ( Half drunken too ) He Hickcupt — who was once one . Ah! this sad once one ! once we Trojans were ; Oh , better never , if not still we are . Rhymes , of Old Men , Iliack passions be , When that should downward go , comes up we see , And are like Jews-Ears in an Elder-Tree ; When Spectacles do once bestride the Nose , The Poet's Gallop turns to stumbling-Prose . Sir , I am Old , Cold , Mould ; and you might hope To see an Alderman dance on a Rope , A Judg to act a Gallant in a Play , Or an Old Pluralist Preach twice a day ; Of a Thin Taylor make a Valiant Knight , Or a good Subject of a Jesuite ; As an old Bald-pate ( such as mine - you know ) Should make his Hair , or Wit and Fancy grow Nor is there need that such a Block as I Should now be hew'd into a Mercury . When Winter 's gone , the Owl his foot may spare , And to the Nightingales resign the Air. Such is the beautiful new face of things : By Heavens kind Influences , and the Kings , Joy should inspire ; and all in measures move , And every Citizen a Virgil prove . Each Protestant turn Poet ; and who not Should be suspected guilty of the Plot ; If , now the day doth dawn , our Cocks forbear To clap their Wings and Crow , you well may swear , It is their want of Loyalty , not Wit , That makes them sullen , and so silent sit . Galli of Gallick kind — I 'le say no more , But that their Combs are Cut , and they are sore ; Yet to provoke them , my old Cock shall Crow , That so his Eccho round the Town may go . Upon the New PARLIAMENT . MY Landlord underprop't his House some years , Was often warn'd — 'T would fall about his Ears ; For the main Timber , That above , and under , By every Blast was apt to rend asunder . This year He gently took all down , and then What of the Old prov'd sound , did serve agen . May all the New be Heart of English Oak , And the whole House stand firm from fatal strok , And nothing in 't , the Founder e're provoke . My Grandam , when her Bees were old and done , Burnt the old Stock , and a new Hive begun ; And in one year she found a greater store Of Wax and Honey then in all before . Variety and Novelty delights ; Old Shooes and Mouldy Bread are Gibeonites . When Cloaths grow thread-bare , and breeds Vermin too , To Long Lane with them , and put on some new : When Wine turns Vinegar — All Art is vain , The World can never make it Wine again . 'T is time to wean that Child , who bites the Breast ; And Chase those fowls that do befowl their Nest . When Nolls Nose found the Rump began to smell ; He dock't it , and the Nation lik't it well . Cast the old-mark't and greazy Cards away , And give 's a new Pack , else we will not play ; Nothing but Pork , and Pork , and Pork , to eat ! Good Lanlord give 's fresh COMMANS for our Meat . Trent Council Thirty years lay sows'd in pickle , Until it prov'd a stinking Conventicle . And now Old Rome plays over her old Tricks , This Seventy-nine , shall pay for Sixty-six : Out of the Fire , like new refined Gold , How bright new London looks above the Old , All Creatures under Old Corruptions groan , And for a New Creation make their moan : The Phoenix ( of her self grown weary ) dyes Unto succession a burnt-sacrifice . Old Eagles breed bad Hawks , and they worse Kites , And they blind Buzzard ( as Old Pliny Writes ) , Deans , Prebends , Chaplains think themselves have wrong , When Bishops live unmercifully long ; And poor Dissenters beg they may ascend Into a Pulpit from the Tables end . And who hath not by good experience found Best Crops are gained by new-broken ground , And the first seed — OATS sifted clean and sound ? But yet Old Friends , Old Gold , Old King , I praise : Old Tyburn take them who do otherwise : Heaven Chase the Vultur from our Eagles Nest , And let no Ravens this March-Brood molest ? So Sings poor Robin Redbrest . FINIS .