The Chronicle Historie of Perkin Warbeck A Strange Truth |
To my friend, and kinsman, Master Iohn Ford, the Authour. |
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To my friend, and kinsman, Master Iohn Ford, the Authour.
Drammatick Poets (as the Times goe) nowCan hardly write, what others will allow;
The Cynick snarl's; the Critick howles and barkes;
And Ravens croake, to drowne the voyce of Larkes:
Scorne those Stage-Harpyes! This I'le boldly say,
Many may imitate, few match thy Play.
Iohn Ford: Graiensis.
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