Poems Divine, and Humane By Thomas Beedome |
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On his deserving Friend, Master Thomas Beedom, and his Poems.
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On his deserving Friend, Master Thomas Beedom, and his Poems.
How fond is this age growne! 'twill scarce admit,Distinction betweene ignorance and wit,
Each weares the others habit, neither's knowne,
By the wanted proper dresses that was its owne.
And every day new Authors doe appeare,
As they the paper Merchants factors were,
And boast themselves the muses sons, when they,
Rime onely for some life-preserving pay.
Expect here no such Author, if thou't looke,
On th' inside more then th' outside of the Booke,
Put on thy judgements eyes, and thou shalt find,
This Authors fancy rich, as was his mind.
W. C.
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