IDENTILIN$$ F114HH1|TWHail|MS EL6893\ff. 23v-24\JPK\mf\12-16-92\P:T-LP\o\6-1-93;5-22-97\C:JGW\9-23-99;JSC\7-12-01 114.HH1.0HEom 114.HH1.001 All hayle swete poett, more full of more strong fyre 114.HH1.002 then hath or shall enkendle my dull spirit, 114.HH1.003 I love what nature gaue %Yme%Z%5>>thee<<%6, but thy merit 114.HH1.004 of witt & arte I loue not, but admyre; 114.HH1.005 whoe hath before or shall write after %Ythis%Z[RM:>>%Jthee%K<<] 114.HH1.006 their works though toughly labored, will be 114.HH1.007 like infancy, or age, to mans firme staye, 114.HH1.008 or early or late twilight, to myd daye; 114.HH1.009 Men say & truely, that they better bee 114.HH1.010 which be envi'd then pitti'd; therfore I 114.HH1.011 because I wish thee best, doe thee envy: 114.HH1.012 O would'st thou by like reason pitty mee. 114.HH1.013 But care not for mee, I y%5t%6 never was 114.HH1.014 in fortunes, nor in natures gifts alas, 114.HH1.015 but by thy grace gott in the Muses schoole, 114.HH1.016 a monster & a beggar, am a foole. 114.HH1.017 Oh how I grieve that late borne modesty 114.HH1.018 hath gott such root in all soft waxen harts; 114.HH1.019 that men may not themselues thei>>r<< own good p%Pts 114.HH1.020 extoll, without suspect of surquedry; [CW:om] 114.HH1.021 But for thy self no subiect can be founde [f.24] 114.HH1.022 worthy thy Quill, or any quill resound. 114.HH1.023 Thy worthe, but thyne, how good it were to see 114.HH1.024 a Poem%5e%6 in thy praise, & writt by thee. 114.HH1.025 Now if this song be to harsh for ryme, yet as 114.HH1.026 the Paynters bad god, made a good devill, 114.HH1.027 'twill be good prose, >>%Vall<>doubtfull Author<< [whirlwind flourish] 114.HH1.0$$ Even no'd lines ind 3 sps