Foure Paradoxes Of Arte, Of Lawe, Of Warre, Of Seruice, By T. S. [i.e. Thomas Scott] |
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[Nor base intrusion, nor the hope of Gaine]
Nor
base intrusion, nor the hope of Gaine,
Nor Adulation, nor Vaineglorious pride,
Nor th' idle fancie of a fuming braine,
Nor any ill affected cause beside.
Begat these Lines; but true respectiue Loue,
Which all good meanings, to one end doth moue.
Nor Adulation, nor Vaineglorious pride,
Nor th' idle fancie of a fuming braine,
Nor any ill affected cause beside.
Begat these Lines; but true respectiue Loue,
Which all good meanings, to one end doth moue.
Nor thinke these Rimes skum'd from the froth of wit,
Nor loosely bound; but written with aduise,
When my sad soule, did in true iudgement sit,
About th' inuention of some rare deuise.
When Contemplation fild my flowing braine,
And serious study did my sence restraine.
Nor loosely bound; but written with aduise,
When my sad soule, did in true iudgement sit,
About th' inuention of some rare deuise.
When Contemplation fild my flowing braine,
And serious study did my sence restraine.
Euen then I wrote these Lines, which shall bewray,
The faithfull meaning of my constant soule,
Which Time, nor obuious Chance shall weare away,
Nor Fate conuert, nor Soueraigntie controule.
For this is all the certaintie I finde,
No power can alter a resolued minde.
The faithfull meaning of my constant soule,
Which Time, nor obuious Chance shall weare away,
Nor Fate conuert, nor Soueraigntie controule.
For this is all the certaintie I finde,
No power can alter a resolued minde.
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