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The Poems of Thomas Pestell

Edited with an account of his life and work by Hannah Buchan

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To the Lady Visc: Beaumount: at Burton
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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To the Lady Visc: Beaumount: at Burton

Madame; or sure your soule is masculine
Or else we must their heresie decline
That tell vs of an incapacitie
In any soule, for virtue thats a shee.

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For all that doe Converse with yours, do find,
All virtues there that can be in a mind;
And for that reason, well you can not looke
To haue me count them; for then I mistooke
In saying you haue all, since those alone
Loue & expect such reckonings as haue none.
Yet I confesse there is a deaw distills
(As bees make balme of flowers) from learned quills
Vsefull and apt for every noble Dame
That striues to make the best conserve of fame.
The peoples voice is a thinne broth of breath
A food too faint to nourish after death
But Ioues Immortall Nectar is for those
Whom verse exalts beyond the reach of prose
And pardon me if I contend to raise
To such a seemly height your virtues praise
(For yet my muse a bare intention hath
Because my knowledge is implicite faith)
And make men know them, which tho now they doe
Yet then shall know that I doe know them too.