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Proemium.
Thou
silent nurse of still securitie,
That do'st in hollow closets shut mine eyes,
Mother of darkenesse, Queene of secrecie,
Pleasing grim labour, with restes liberties.
Thou that death-like enfeeblest euery sence,
The shadow of this earth's circumference.
That do'st in hollow closets shut mine eyes,
Mother of darkenesse, Queene of secrecie,
Pleasing grim labour, with restes liberties.
Thou that death-like enfeeblest euery sence,
The shadow of this earth's circumference.
Bereaue my pen of all amazing feare,
Turne disturbation forth to mutinies,
Let me be bold in this darke Hemispheare,
A thought conceiued dreame to canonize.
And whiles pale Cinthia courts her Paramour,
Muse, sing my dreamed Moneys Massacre.
Turne disturbation forth to mutinies,
Let me be bold in this darke Hemispheare,
A thought conceiued dreame to canonize.
And whiles pale Cinthia courts her Paramour,
Muse, sing my dreamed Moneys Massacre.
Dread Pallas teach me to anatomize
The hidden inside of close errours maske:
Let me descry the ranke absurdities,
That Folly sets her schollers for a taske.
Folly, blind Folly, is inthronized,
And for a Queene by fooles authorized.
The hidden inside of close errours maske:
Let me descry the ranke absurdities,
That Folly sets her schollers for a taske.
Folly, blind Folly, is inthronized,
And for a Queene by fooles authorized.
Ye foule dissembling frye of flatterers,
Couer your faces from my speedie glance,
Ye fawning Gnathoe's, ye damn'd pilferers,
I will vnmaske your hooded countenance.
Ye gold-intombing hellish vsurers,
Foresee yours, and your moneys massacres.
Couer your faces from my speedie glance,
Ye fawning Gnathoe's, ye damn'd pilferers,
I will vnmaske your hooded countenance.
Ye gold-intombing hellish vsurers,
Foresee yours, and your moneys massacres.
I am in labour, and the time expect
To be deliuered of a wau'ring dreame,
Good fortune as a midwife I respect,
Fauour a nurse to cherish my young theame.
‘True iudgement in the schooles of equitie,
‘Weigh my compendious toyle and industrie.
To be deliuered of a wau'ring dreame,
Good fortune as a midwife I respect,
Fauour a nurse to cherish my young theame.
‘True iudgement in the schooles of equitie,
‘Weigh my compendious toyle and industrie.
If Nicenes daughter, Curiositie,
Offer to view these youngling lines of mine,
Be bolde to tell her that her critique eye
Had need weare spectacles, ere she can signe.
‘The clowdie accents whose birth then was found,
‘When Negro night enuironed this round.
Offer to view these youngling lines of mine,
Be bolde to tell her that her critique eye
Had need weare spectacles, ere she can signe.
‘The clowdie accents whose birth then was found,
‘When Negro night enuironed this round.
If Aristarchus from his withered lippe,
Let fall a drop of Aqua-fortis hotte,
Or if in Satyres oyle his penne he dippe,
And in the margeant paint an enuious spotte.
‘Tell him (my Muse) if he could see his face,
‘He would descry mine offred, his disgrace.
Let fall a drop of Aqua-fortis hotte,
Or if in Satyres oyle his penne he dippe,
And in the margeant paint an enuious spotte.
‘Tell him (my Muse) if he could see his face,
‘He would descry mine offred, his disgrace.
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