ODE. To my Ingenious Friend Mr. Flatman. Nahum Tate Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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ODE . To my Ingenious Friend Mr. Flatman . AS when the fam'd Artificer of Greece , With wondrous Art but ill Success Contriv'd his own and Captiv'd Son's Escape . By Wings which He with inspir'd Craft did shape , He taught the Youth how safely He might Glide , And keep a Mean betwixt the Sun and Tide ; So you ( Learn'd Friend ) with equal Art To me the Wings of poesie impart , Besore me through the spacious Sphaere A steddy Course you Steer , There You securely Wonders act And th' Eyes of All Attract , Whilst I Unfortunate , Like Icarus Die , but with less glorious Fate ! He Soaring fell , I flag Below , Where with damp Wings disabled to pursue I yield me Lost , and plunging down In deep oblivion Drown .