A Discovrs Of The Present Troobles In Fravnce And Miseries Of This Tyme, Compyled By Peter Ronsard Gentilman Of Vandome, And Dedicated Vnto The Qvene Mother, Translated In To English By Thomas Ieney [i.e. Jenny] |
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TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE, MY VERIE GOOD LORD AND MAISTER SIR HENRY NORREIS KNIGHT. L. AMBASSADOVR RESIDENT IN FRAVNCE. |
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TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE, MY VERIE GOOD LORD AND MAISTER SIR HENRY NORREIS KNIGHT. L. AMBASSADOVR RESIDENT IN FRAVNCE.
The bale begonne, is when deformed warres,Whith civil stroake, embrewes his natiue swoorde.
For were it not, that rage of rancours roote,
By growinge evills, had watcht so blacke a tyme,
I weane envie, by suche owtraginge splene
Had not brought foorth, this fowle mishapen change
In maymed state, that Ronsard wayles in ryme,
And I reduce, whith not resemblinge penne,
To Englishe grace (though in vnskilful verse)
By frendes enforst to publish now abroade:
Whiche I present (Sir) to yowr shrowdinge hande,
No Trophee, nor masse of mighty myne,
Nor golden somme, but as à miete of fame,
Where power failes t'vnlade affections force.
Your bounden servant THOMAS IENEY.
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