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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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Sonnet. 11.

[Now may you theeuing Poets filch and steale]

Now may you theeuing Poets filch and steale,
Without controlement breaking Priscians pate:
For he that whilom could your theft reueale,
Your Criticke, and your Hypercriticke late,
Now may you cog and lye and sweare and prate,
And make your idle verses lame and halt:
For by the pow'r of euiternall Fate,
Hee's gone that could and would correct each fault.
But you haue greatest cause to moane his want.
You sacred heau'nly Sisters (three times thrice)
He from your Gardens, could all weeds supplant,
And replant fruites and flowres of peerelesse price;
He kept (vnbroke) your Numbers, Tipes & Tropes:
But now hee's dead, dead are your onely hopes.