Du Bartas His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester |
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Du Bartas | ||
Milde vertues mirror, Beauties monument,
Adorned with heauens praise, and earths prrfection:
Receiue (I pray you) with a brow vnbent,
This petty pledge of my poore pure affection,
Had I the Indians golden heapes and hoordes,
A richer present would I then present you.
Now such poore fruites as my bare field affoordes
Instead of those, here haue I rudely sent you.
Count not the gifts worth, but the giuers will:
Oft mighty Princes haue accepted small things;
Like as the aire all empty parts doth fill,
So perfect frendship doth supply for all things.
O be it euer so: so neuer smart
Nor teene shall trouble the Soon calm in hart.
Adorned with heauens praise, and earths prrfection:
Receiue (I pray you) with a brow vnbent,
This petty pledge of my poore pure affection,
Had I the Indians golden heapes and hoordes,
A richer present would I then present you.
Now such poore fruites as my bare field affoordes
Instead of those, here haue I rudely sent you.
Count not the gifts worth, but the giuers will:
Oft mighty Princes haue accepted small things;
Like as the aire all empty parts doth fill,
So perfect frendship doth supply for all things.
O be it euer so: so neuer smart
Nor teene shall trouble the Soon calm in hart.
Du Bartas | ||