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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 the one and onely water-Poet and my Friend, Iohn Taylor.

Fresh-water Souldiers saile in shallow streames,
And Mile end Captaines venture not their liues,
A braine distempred brings forth idle dreames,
And gelded Sheathes haue seldome golden Kniues,
And painted faces none but fooles bewitch:
Thy Muse is plaine: but witty, faire: and rich.
When thou didst first to Aganippe float,
Without thy knowledge (as I surely thinke)
The Nayades did swim about thy boat,
And brought thee brauely to the Muses brinke,
Where Grace and Nature filling vp thy Fountaine,
Thy Muse came flowing from Pernassus Mountaine.
So long may flow as is to thee most fit,
The boundlesse Ocean of a Poets wit.
I. P.