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XI.—Captain John Smith.
In the deserued Honour of the Author, Captaine Iohn Smith, and his Worke.
Damn'd Enuie is a sp'rite, that euer haunts
Beasts, mis-nam'd Men; Cowards, or Ignorants.
But onely such shee followes, whose deere Worth
(Maugre her malice) gets their glorie forth.
Beasts, mis-nam'd Men; Cowards, or Ignorants.
But onely such shee followes, whose deere Worth
(Maugre her malice) gets their glorie forth.
If this faire Ouerture, then, take not; It
Is Enuie's spight (dear friend) in men-of-wit;
Or Feare, lest morsels, which our mouthes possesse,
Might fall from thence; or else tis Sottishnesse.
Is Enuie's spight (dear friend) in men-of-wit;
Or Feare, lest morsels, which our mouthes possesse,
Might fall from thence; or else tis Sottishnesse.
If either; (I hope neither) thee they raise;
Thy Letters are as Letters in thy praise;
Who, by their Vice, improue (when they reprooue)
Thy vertue; so, in hate, procure thee Loue.
Then, On firme Worth: this Monument I frame;
Scorning for any Smith to forge such Fame.
Thy Letters are as Letters in thy praise;
Who, by their Vice, improue (when they reprooue)
Thy vertue; so, in hate, procure thee Loue.
Then, On firme Worth: this Monument I frame;
Scorning for any Smith to forge such Fame.
Io: Dauies, Heref:
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