To his special friend Mr. R. Turner, on his judicious Translation of Corn, Agrippa.
AS one that just out of a Trance appears,
Amaz'd with stranger sights, whose secret fears
Are scarcely past, but doubtful whether he
May credit's eyes, remaineth stedfastly
Fix'd on those objects; just like him I stand,
Rapt in amazement to behold that can
By art come neer the gods, that far excel
The Angels that in those bright Spheres do dwell.
Behold Agrippa mounting th' lofty skies,
Talking with gods; and then anon be pries
Int' earths deep cabinet, as t' Mercury,
All kindes of Spirits willing subjects be,
And more then this his book supplies: but we
Blinde mortals, no ways could be led to see
That light without a taper: then thou to us
Must be Agrippa and an Oedipus.
Agrippa once again appears, by thee
Pull'd out o' th' ashes of Antiquity.
Let squint-ey'd envie pine away, whilst thou
Wear'st crowns of Praise on thy deserving brow.
