Thus Twinns: But as when Fate one Eye deprives,
That other strives to double which survives:
So_ BEAUMONT _dy'd: yet left in Legacy
His Rules and Standard-wit_ (FLETCHER) _to Thee.
Still the same Planet, though not fill'd so soon,
A Two-horn'd_ Crescent _then, now one_ Full-moon.
_Joynt_ Love _before, now_ Honour _doth provoke;
So th' old Twin_-Giants _forcing a huge Oake
One slipp'd his footing, th' Other sees him fall,
Grasp'd the whole Tree and single held up all.
Imperiall_ FLETCHER! _here begins thy Raigne,
Scenes flow like Sun-beams from thy glorious Brain;
Thy swift dispatching Soule no more doth stay
Then He that built two Citties in one day;
Ever brim full, and sometimes running o're
To feede poore languid Witts that waite at doore,
Who creep and creep, yet ne're above-ground stood,
(For Creatures have most Feet which have least Blood)
But thou art still that_ Bird of Paradise
_Which hath_ no feet _and ever nobly_ flies:
_Rich, lusty Sence, such as the_ Poet _ought,
For_ Poems _if not Excellent, are Naught;
Low wit in Scenes? in state a Peasant goes;
If meane and flat, let it foot Yeoman Prose,
That such may spell as are not Readers grown,
To whom He that writes Wit, shews he hath none._
_Brave_ Shakespeare _flow'd, yet had his Ebbings too,
Often above Himselfe, sometimes below;
Thou Alwayes Best; if ought seem'd to decline,
'Twas the unjudging Rout's mistake, not Thine:
Thus thy faire_ SHEPHEARDESSE, _which the bold Heape
(False to Themselves and Thee) did prize so cheap,_
_Was found (when understood) fit to be Crown'd,
At wont 'twas worth_ two hundred thousand pound.
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