Times Cvrtaine Drawne or The Anatomie of Vanitie. With other choice poems, Entituled; Health from Helicon. By Richard Brathwayte |
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The Proæme.
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The Proæme.
My Subiect is no Sauage of the Wood,Whose Morall's darke, and oft mis-vnderstood;
I shadow none by th'habit that he weares,
Nor taxe the person by the coate he beares.
For these I touch (their fortune is so small)
As they (poore Snakes) doe beare no Coate at all;
I haue drunke Reubarbe lately, so as th'splene
I had before, is now exhausted cleane:
I am for him loues prayse, for in a word,
I can admire the Title of a Lord.
Hugg nimble Curio fingring of a Lute,
And cap and knee a Cloath, a Siluer suite.
And cry God saue his Lordship, though 't may be
His Lordships groome's as great a Lord as he:
I can terme the Silken foole profoundly wise,
And humour him in his absurdities:
I could in time learne th'Trade of Sycophant:
And profit by it, for there's verie few,
“But they liue poore that labour to write true;
Yet can I not if I should burst my gall,
Gaine me that good opinion of all.
Nor doe I care for't: for come what can come,
I am resolu'd how ere I find their doome:
Let this serue for the Proæme, and now see
Your pictures drawne in Times Anatomie:
Which seene, you cannot but admire the more,
To read me smooth that was so harsh before.
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