The Whole Works of William Browne of Tavistock ... Now first collected and edited, with a memoir of the poet, and notes, by W. Carew Hazlitt, of the Inner Temple |
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 | The Whole Works of William Browne |  |
To my noble Friend the Author.
A perfect Pen, it selfe will euer praise.
So pipes our Shepherd in his Roundelayes,
That who could iudge, of Musickes sweetest straine,
Would sweare thy Muse were in a heauenly vaine.
A Worke of worth, showes what the Worke-man is:
When as the fault, that may be found amisse,
(To such at least, as haue iudicious eyes)
Nor in the Worke, nor yet the Worke-man lyes.
So pipes our Shepherd in his Roundelayes,
That who could iudge, of Musickes sweetest straine,
Would sweare thy Muse were in a heauenly vaine.
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When as the fault, that may be found amisse,
(To such at least, as haue iudicious eyes)
Nor in the Worke, nor yet the Worke-man lyes.
Well worthy thou, to weare the Lawrell wreath:
When frō thy brest, these blessed thoughts do breath;
That in thy gracious Lines such grace doe giue,
It makes thee, euerlastingly to liue.
Thy words well coucht, thy sweet inuention show,
A perfect Poet, that could place them so.
When frō thy brest, these blessed thoughts do breath;
That in thy gracious Lines such grace doe giue,
It makes thee, euerlastingly to liue.
Thy words well coucht, thy sweet inuention show,
A perfect Poet, that could place them so.
Vnton Croke, è Societate Inter. Templi.
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