IDENTILIN$$ F114DT1|TWHail|Dublin ms.I|ff. 60v-61|JSC\mf\10-21-96\P&C(hwt,mf):JMK\6-6&7-10-01;JSC\7-25-01 114.DT1.HE1 %XTo M. I. W. 114.DT1.001 All haile sweet Poe%Ut, more full of more stronge fire 114.DT1.002 Then hath, or shall enkindle any spiritt 114.DT1.003 I lou'd what Nature gaue thee, but this meritt 114.DT1.004 Of witt, & art I loue not, but admire 114.DT1.005 Who haue before, or shall write after thee 114.DT1.006 Their works, though toughly laboured will bee 114.DT1.007 Like Infancie, or Age, to mans firme stay 114.DT1.008 Or early, and late twy-lights to middaye [CW:Men] 114.DT1.009 Men say, and truly that they better bee [f.61] 114.DT1.010 w%5ch%6 bee envie'd then pittie'd; therefore I 114.DT1.011 Because I wish thee best doe thee envye 114.DT1.012 O would'st thou by like reason, pittie mee, 114.DT1.013 But care not for mee; I that euer was 114.DT1.014 In Natures, and in ffortunes guiftes, Alass 114.DT1.015 before thy grace gott in the Muses schoole 114.DT1.016 A monster, and a Begger, am a foole. 114.DT1.017 Oh howe I grieue, that late-borne modesty 114.DT1.018 Hath gott such root in easie waxen hearts 114.DT1.019 That men may not themselues their owne good parts 114.DT1.020 Extoll, w%5th%6out suspect of surquedrie 114.DT1.021 ffor but thy self, noe subiect can bee found 114.DT1.022 worthy thy quill, nor any quill resound 114.DT1.023 thy worke, but thine, howe good it were to see 114.DT1.024 A Poe%Um in thy praise, and writt by thee. 114.DT1.025 Nowe if this Song bee t'harsh for Rime, yet as 114.DT1.026 The Painters bad God made a good Deuill 114.DT1.027 T'will bee good Prose although y%5e%6 verse bee euill 114.DT1.028 If thou forgett the Rime, as thou dost passe 114.DT1.029 Then write, then I may followe, and soe bee 114.DT1.030 Thy Debtor, th'Eccho, the ffoile, the Zanee 114.DT1.031 I shalbee thought, if mine like thine I shape 114.DT1.032 All the worlds Lion, though I bee thy Ape. 114.DT1.0SS ffinis.| 114.DT1.0$$ %1Four 8-l. sts, ll. 2-3 & 7-8 of each ind; scribal hand is ital; SS at RM%2