New Epigrams, and a Satyre Written by Ios: Martyn |
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44. To Experience.
VVhen first I knew the easie difference,Betwixt my right hand, & my left, I thought
Me wise enough to taxe Experience,
And grauely to esteeme my little nought,
But when I could discerne twixt dark and light,
I saw my error, and was sorry too,
And setting weakenesse opposite to might:
The more I knew the lesse I seem'd to know.
At last, I was content to be a Page,
To graue Experience, perfited by Age.
New Epigrams, and a Satyre | ||