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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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To my louing Friend Iohn Taylor.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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To my louing Friend Iohn Taylor.

Could my vnpractis'd pen aduance thy name,
Thou shouldst be seated on the wings of Fame.
For from thy toylesome Oare I wonder I,
How thy inuention flowes so iooondly?
Not hauing dream'd on faire Pernassus Hill,
With fruitfull numbers to enrich thy Quill.
Nor hauing washt in that Pegassion Fount,
Which lends the wits such nimblenesse to mount
With tickling rapture on Poetique straines,
On Thames the Muses floate that fils thy braines.
Thy happy wit produc'd thy happy rimes,
Which shall commend thee vnto after times.
And worthily enroll thy name 'mongst those,
Whose Temples are begirt, with Lawrell bowes.
For (sooth to say) a worke I saw not yet,
Lesse helpt with learning, rnd more grac'd with wit:
Then spight of enuie and detractions scorne,
Though Art thou want'st, thou art a Poet borne:
And as a friend for names-sake I'le say thus,
Nec scombros metuentia, Carmina nec thus,
Hen: Taylor.