The First booke of the famous Historye of Penardo and Laissa other ways callid the watres, of Love and Ambitione ... Doone in Heroik verse, by Patrik Gordon |
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To the Authour.
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To the Authour.
Altho my shallowe witt sound's nott thy deep,
And weakling ey's followes not thy flight:
Tho wher thow run's, I can not thether creep,
Nor chyldishe weaknes imitat thy might
Since in this sacred trade I made a pause,
By intermitting of my Elio's lawes.
And weakling ey's followes not thy flight:
Tho wher thow run's, I can not thether creep,
Nor chyldishe weaknes imitat thy might
Since in this sacred trade I made a pause,
By intermitting of my Elio's lawes.
Yit since I haue most wonderouslie detected
A swane whoes Syren-musique me enchant's
Yit since I find eune wheir I least suspected
A lurking poët in our home-bred haunt's
O when I sie him, when I sueetlie hear him,
I can not but commend him and admeir him.
A swane whoes Syren-musique me enchant's
Yit since I find eune wheir I least suspected
A lurking poët in our home-bred haunt's
O when I sie him, when I sueetlie hear him,
I can not but commend him and admeir him.
Thy years (dear frend) ar young, thy wit is old,
Thy youth er chyld tyme come is brought a bed,
Thy mine in liew of ore, yeilds purest gold
Thy basest rob's with crimsone ouerclade
How glade am I thoes mythologique flowrs
Argue the reconnings of thine Idle hours.
Thy youth er chyld tyme come is brought a bed,
Thy mine in liew of ore, yeilds purest gold
Thy basest rob's with crimsone ouerclade
How glade am I thoes mythologique flowrs
Argue the reconnings of thine Idle hours.
Mr. Robert Gordone.
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