A Small Treatise betwixt Arnalte and Lucenda Entituled The Evill-intreated Lover, Or The Melancholy Knight Originally written in the Greeke Tongue, by an unknowne Author. Afterwards Translated into Spanish; after that, for the Excellency thereof, into the French Tongue by N. H. next by B. M. into the Thuscan, and now turn'd into English Verse by L. L. [i.e. Leonard Lawrence] a well-wisher to the Muses |
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To his true Friend, L. L.
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To his true Friend, L. L.
Art graceth Nature: yet the grace of ArtGrowes from those Gifts, good Nature doth impart:
Noe Art, nor Natures gifts are scarce in thee,
Thy Lines will shew, which, like thy selfe, are free.
Thy Naturall Genius shines forth in thy braine,
Which Time cann't rust, nor spatring Envy staine:
The Muses blesse thee still, as th'have begunne:
Thus prayes thy friend, and thus thy friend hath done.
R. M.
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