IDENTILIN$$  F114O21|Eng. poet. f.9\pp. 35-36\GL\P:EWS\o\6-30-95\;6-18-93\C:JSC\'95;9-12-01
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114.O21.001  All haile sweet poet full of more strong fier.
114.O21.002  then hath or shall inkindle any spirit
114.O21.003  I lou'd w%5t%6: nature gaue, but this meritt
114.O21.004  of witt and art I loue not but admire.
114.O21.005  who haue before, or shall write after thee
114.O21.006  their workes, (though throughly laboured) wilbe.
114.O21.007  like infancy or age to mans firme stay,
114.O21.008  or earely or late twilight to midday.
114.O21.009  Men say and truely y%5t%6 they better bee
114.O21.010  w%5c%6 be enui'de then pittied, therfore I
114.O21.011  because I wish thee best doe thee enuy.
114.O21.012  oh would'st thou by like reason pitty mee
114.O21.013  But care not for me I y%5t%6 neuer was
114.O21.014  in natures and in fortunes giftes; (alas) [CW:om]
114.O21.015  (Before thy grace gott in the muses schoole [36]
114.O21.016  a monster and a beggar am now a foole.
114.O21.017  Oh how I greeue that late borne modesty
114.O21.018  hath gott such roote in easy waxen hartes
114.O21.019  That men waygh not y%M selues; their owne good p%Ptes
114.O21.020  Extoll w%5th%6out suspect of surquedry.
114.O21.021  ffor but thy self no subiect can bee found.
114.O21.022  worthy thy quill; nor any quill resound.
114.O21.023  thy worth but thine; how good it were to see
114.O21.024  a poem in thy prayse and writ by thee.
114.O21.025  Now if this songe, be to harsh for rime, yet as
114.O21.026  The Painters bad god, made a good Deuill.
114.O21.027  twilbe good prose although the verse be euill
114.O21.028  If thou forgett the rime as thou doest passe
114.O21.029  then write that I may follow and so bee
114.O21.030  thy debter; thy foyle; thy Echo an Zanie,
114.O21.031  I shalbe thought, If mine like thine I shape
114.O21.032  all the worldes lyon; though I bee thy ape.|
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