Conceits Clinches, Flashes, and Whimsies. Newly studied, with some Collections but those never published before in this kinde [by Robert Chamberlain] |
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To the Author, on his Conceits.
Friend
, thy conceits flown from the downey nest,
Of thy rich fancy, lighted on my brest.
Of thy rich fancy, lighted on my brest.
Where (let me tell thee true, for 'twere a sin
To flatter any, much more flatter him
To flatter any, much more flatter him
I hold my friend) I found such ample store,
In thy pure Mine of gold and silver ore
In thy pure Mine of gold and silver ore
I became conscious that I sure was bound
Now to disclose toth' world what I had found.
Now to disclose toth' world what I had found.
And render to the readers, no close end,
Could stop me from being theirs or thy true friend.
Could stop me from being theirs or thy true friend.
T. Rawlins.
262
On a Puritan
Who is't d'you thinke, this earth doth here inclose?
I know not; why, 'tis a disputing nose.
264
On a Cobler.
If any aske why this same stone was made?
Here for his overboasting; pray condole,
Him that translated many a weary sole.
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