The Shorter Poems of Ralph Knevet A Critical Edition by Amy M. Charles |
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[42] To Mr. JOHN CRUSO.
Thou that art farre more worthy of the bayes,Daigne to assist my home-spunne untun'd layes
With gracious censure, for upon thy tong,
Depends the grace, and fortune of my song.
So sharpe a wit, and judgement dwell in thee,
Refin'd by such rare knowledge, that I see
Apollo's trees may grow else-where, then on
Our greene Parnassus, or our Helicon.
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