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114.CT1.001  All haile sweet Poet, more full of more strong fire
114.CT1.002  Then hath or shall enkindle any spirit
114.CT1.003  I lou'd what Nature gaue thee, but this meritt
114.CT1.004  Of witt, and Art I loue not but admire
114.CT1.005  Who haue before, or shall write after thee
114.CT1.006  Their works though toughly laboured will bee
114.CT1.007  Like infancy, or age, to mans firme stay
114.CT1.008  Or early, & late twy-lights to midday
114.CT1.009  Men say & truelie y%5t%6 they better bee
114.CT1.010  W%5ch%6 bee enuied then pittied, therefore I
114.CT1.011  Because I wish thee best do thee enuy
114.CT1.012  O wouldst thou by like reason, pittie mee
114.CT1.013  But care not for mee; I that euer was
114.CT1.014  In Natures, & in ffortunes guifts, Alass
114.CT1.015  Before thy Grace, gott in the Muses schoole
114.CT1.016  A Monster, and a Begger, am a ffoole [CW:Oh]
114.CT1.017  Oh, howe I grieue that late-borne modesty [71]
114.CT1.018  Hath gott such root in easie waxen hearts
114.CT1.019  That men may not themselues their owne good parts
114.CT1.020  Extoll, w%5th%6out suspect of surquedrie.
114.CT1.021  ffor but thy self, noe subiect can bee found
114.CT1.022  Worthy thy quill, nor any quill resound
114.CT1.023  Thy worke but thine, howe good it were to see
114.CT1.024  A Poeme in thy praise, and writt by thee
114.CT1.025  Nowe if this song bee t'harsh for Rime, yet as
114.CT1.026  The Painters bad God made a good Deuill
114.CT1.027  Twill bee good Prose although y%5e%6 verse bee euill
114.CT1.028  If thou forgett the Rime, as thou dost pass
114.CT1.029  Then write, then I may followe, and soe bee
114.CT1.030  Thy Debtor, th'Echo, y%5e%6 ffoile, & thy Lance
114.CT1.031  I shall bee thought, if mine like thine I shape
114.CT1.032  All the worlds Lion, though I bee thy Ape.
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