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The Epistle Dedicatory.
Thus haue I thought it fitter to reueale
My want of art (deare friend) then to conceale
My loue. It did appeare I did not meane
So to commend thy well-wrought Comicke-Sceane,
As men might iudge my aime rather to be,
To gaine praise to my selfe, then giue it thee;
Though I can giue thee none but what thou hast
Deseru'd, and what must my faint breath outlast.
My want of art (deare friend) then to conceale
My loue. It did appeare I did not meane
So to commend thy well-wrought Comicke-Sceane,
As men might iudge my aime rather to be,
To gaine praise to my selfe, then giue it thee;
Though I can giue thee none but what thou hast
Deseru'd, and what must my faint breath outlast.
Yet was this garment (though I skillesse be
To take thy measure) onely made for thee,
And if it proue to scant, 'tis cause the stuffe
Nature allow'd me, was not large enough.
To take thy measure) onely made for thee,
And if it proue to scant, 'tis cause the stuffe
Nature allow'd me, was not large enough.
Thomas Carew
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