Poems Divine, and Humane By Thomas Beedome |
1. | Epigram 1. To my deare friend William Harrington.
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Epigram 1. To my deare friend William Harrington.
Tis true (my Will.) and I confesse I oweThy friendship more than this: yet to bestow
A verse upon a frend, hath sometimes bin
A present worth th' acceptance of a King,
Though my pen-feather'd Muse yet cannot teach
My feeble quill to that rap't height to reach,
'Twill be no lesse content to mee, if shee
Be but well entertain'd (deare friend of thee)
Thou art a King in friendship: and I may,
Then thus to my no little comfort say,
That too good Wills my worthlesse Muse hath won,
My Scot: and my no lesse-lov'd Harrington.
Thy friend Th. Beed.
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