IDENTILIN$$  F114B46|TWHail|MS Stowe 961, f. 86r-v\GL\P:GAS\o\6-26-95\C:JSC\'95;1-11-01
114.B46.0HE  %XAd amicum:
114.B46.001  All haile Sweet Poet more full of more stronge fire
114.B46.002  Then hath, or shall in kindle my dull Spirit
114.B46.003  I loue what nature gaue thee, but thy meritt
114.B46.004  Of art and witt I loue not, but admire.
114.B46.005  Who hath before, or shall write after thee.
114.B46.006  Theire works, thoughe toughly laboured, wilbe
114.B46.007  Like infancy or age to mans firme stay
114.B46.008  Or early or late twilight to Midday.
114.B46.009  Men say, and truly, that they better bee
114.B46.010  Which be envide, then pittied, therefore I
114.B46.011  Because I wish thee best, doe thee envy
114.B46.012  Oh wouldst thou by like reason pitty me.
114.B46.013  But care not for me, I, which neuer was
114.B46.014  In fortunes, or in natures guifts, alas
114.B46.015  But by thy grace, got in the Muses Schoole
114.B46.016  A monster and a Beggar, am now a foole.
114.B46.017  Oh how I grieue, that late borne Modesty
114.B46.018  hath got such roote in all softe waxen harts
114.B46.019  That men may not themselues, theire owne good p%Pts
114.B46.020  Extoll, without suspect of Surquedry
114.B46.021  But for thy Selfe, no Subiect can be founde
114.B46.022  Worthy thy Quill, nor any Quill resounde
114.B46.023  Thy worthe, but thine; how good it were to see
114.B46.024  A poem in thy praise and writt by thee.
114.B46.025  Now if this Songe be too harsh for rime; yet as
114.B46.026  The painters bad God, made a good Deuill
114.B46.027  Twilbe good prose, although the Verse be euill
114.B46.028  If thou forget the rime, as thou dost passe. [CW:om]
114.B46.029  Then write, that I may followe, and Soe bee [86v]
114.B46.030  Thy Debtor thy foile, thy Eccho, thy Zanee
114.B46.031  I wilbe thought, if mine, like thine I shape
114.B46.032  All the worlds Lyon, though I be thy Ape.
114.B46.0SS  Finis /[two grape clusters]
114.B46.0$$  %1Even no'd ll. ind 4 sp; scribal "172" in upper left corner of p.%2