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Apologie for Poets, against
Of all those Trees which Vestaes Wombe brings foorth,
How fertile, faire, and braue so-e're they bee;
The famous Fig is helde of greatest worth,
And beares the best, and sweetest Fruit, wee see:
And for this cause there is on Earth no Tree,
Except the Fig, that scapes from Thunder free.
How fertile, faire, and braue so-e're they bee;
The famous Fig is helde of greatest worth,
And beares the best, and sweetest Fruit, wee see:
And for this cause there is on Earth no Tree,
Except the Fig, that scapes from Thunder free.
A Thunder strange is threatned now of new,
Gainst such as stood in favour once a-day:
Of Poëts yet the number is but few,
Whose Songs are sweet, lyke Figs, and last for aye:
Whilst barren Birkes, Oakes, Firres, are throwne at vnder,
Let Poëts bee, lyke Fig-trees, free from Thunder.
Gainst such as stood in favour once a-day:
Of Poëts yet the number is but few,
Whose Songs are sweet, lyke Figs, and last for aye:
Whilst barren Birkes, Oakes, Firres, are throwne at vnder,
Let Poëts bee, lyke Fig-trees, free from Thunder.
Barbare Musarum Phœbique inimice, quid obstat,
Quin Musæ hostes sint, hostis Apollo tibi?
Insequitur vindicta nefas, mea penna merenti,
Sera licet dederit verbera, sæva dabit.
Quin Musæ hostes sint, hostis Apollo tibi?
Insequitur vindicta nefas, mea penna merenti,
Sera licet dederit verbera, sæva dabit.
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