To Dr. F. Beale On His Book Of Chesse

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Title:     To Dr. F. Beale On His Book Of Chesse
Author: Richard Lovelace [More Titles by Lovelace]

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Sir, how unravell'd is the golden fleece:
Men, that could only fool at FOX AND GEESE,
Are new-made polititians<2> by thy book,
And both can judge and conquer with a look.
The hidden fate<.3> of princes you unfold;
Court, clergy, commons, by your law control'd.
Strange, serious wantoning all that they
Bluster'd and clutter'd for, you PLAY.

Notes:

<1> These lines, among the last which Lovelace ever wrote, were originally prefixed to "The Royal Game of Chesse-Play. Sometimes the Recreation of the late King, with many of the Nobility. Illustrated with almost an hundred gambetts. Being the Study of Biochino, the famous Italian [Published by Francis Beale.]" Lond. 1656, 12mo.

<2> The text of 1656 has, erroneously no doubt, POLITIANS.

<3> Text of 1656 has FATES.

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Richard Lovelace's poem: To Dr. F. Beale On His Book Of Chesse

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