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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To my deere respected friend, Maister Beniamin Johnson.
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![]() | All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet | ![]() |
To my deere respected friend, Maister Beniamin Johnson.
Thou canst not dye for though the stroake of deathDepriues the world of thy worst earthly part:
Yet when thy corps hath banished thy breath,
Thy liuing Muse shall still declare thy Art.
The fatall Sisters and the blessed Graces,
Were all thy friends at thy Natiuitie:
And in thy mind the Muses tooke their places,
Adoring thee with rare capacitie.
And all the Worthies of this worthy Land,
Admires thy wondrous all-admired worth,
Then how should I that cannot vnderstand
Thy worth, thy worthy worthinesse set forth?
Yet beare the boldnesse of the honest Sculler,
Whose worthlesse praise can fill thy praise no fuller.
I. T.
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