 | The Poems of James VI. of Scotland
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SONNET. 12.
[In short, you all forenamed gods I pray]
In short, you all forenamed gods I pray
For to concur with one accord and will,
That all my works may perfyte be alway:
Which if ye doe, then sweare I for to fill
My works immortall with your praises still:
I shall your names eternall euer sing,
I shall tread downe the grasse on Parnass hill
By making with your names the world to ring:
I shall your names from all obliuion bring.
I lofty Virgill shall to life restoir,
My subiects all shalbe of heauenly thing,
How to delate the gods immortals gloir.
Essay me once, and if ye find me swerue,
Then thinke, I do not graces such deserue.
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