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The Resolutions of the Muse, in her Pilgrimage.

Now I of Time, and Vanity have sung,
Of Darknesse, Light, and Life, sad, sweet, & strong,
Of Sin, of Death, Instructions too among;
Ile seeke my fortune now, and goe about,
I shall be entertain'd, I make no doubt,
Though I am naked, love will finde me out.
I shall be cloth'd then in a sute of Leather,
And love, and I, both still shall dwell together,
And she'l be glad, that ever I came hither.
And if a Noble person do me grace,
To take me in, in this distressed case,
Ile do my service faithfull in my place.
If one that's learned take me home to dwell,
Ile pray him then that he will use me well,
Or to a better I my selfe will sell.


If I should dwell with him that's truly wise,
He'l hide my faults & what's of worth he'l prize
And then my song to praise him shal devise.
If he that's honest, bids me welcome in,
Ile doe my best to helpe to kill his sin,
I shall not lose, yet he by me shall win.
If noble, learned, wise, and honest too,
Doe shew respect to me, who then durst doe,
Me wrong? they cannot, 'tis no matter who:
If one ignoble, seeing me, doe grutch,
To shew me favour, thinke it's all too much,
That I receive, I looke for none of such.
If one unskill'd in any learned art,
Against me proudly act a Tyrants part,
He'l vexe in vaine, he shall not greeve my heart.
For want of wit, if any doe me blame,
Let them as fools, keep in their spight with shame
My song's the same, and so are they by name.
If one that's vile, looke with disdainfull eye,
On me, because I doe his faults espie;
Ile leave him gall'd, when I from him doe flie.


If any Senior, looking big, and grave,
Conceits he knowes, yet he no knowledge have,
If me he slight, I will his absence crave.
Or if I finde one with an emptie pate,
That nothing speakes, though he doe ever prate,
Ile shew his shame, but not his person hate.
If one I finde, that hath a barren soule,
And will not see't, yet doe my words controule,
Let him be put, with stultus in his rowle.
If one that's simple, doe desire me,
To gaine experience, constant I will be,
To doe my best to him, that all shall see.
If any censure me, is this the cause,
Their parboyl'd spirits cannot gaine applause?
They break both Gods, Natures & humane laws.
If one detract from good, or turne to ill,
My honest meaning this may follow still,
That such like things, his measure here may fill.
Such Imps to plead for sinne, were very fit,
But seldome they have so much art, or wit,
As pride, or lust have; for to manage it.


If one that reades, and rudely breakes my feet,
Or spoyles my joynts: my musicke is not sweet,
To him: the Horne-book is for him most meet.
If one through envie, proudly do disdaine,
To grant me favour, others will obtaine,
The fruit, but he hath labour for his paine.
If any mend my faults, I will him praise,
And with my voice, his honour I will raise,
His name in me preserv'd shall be alwayes.
All that I crave, is but a spotlesse name,
And not to mount upon the wings of fame,
Plain welcome likes me; quit me all from blame,
You know my minde, for what I speake is true
Being modest, I will not for favour see;
Receive me: else Ile bid you now adieu.
FINIS.