Thvle Or Vertues Historie. To the Honorable and vertuous Mistris Amy Avdely. By F. R. [i.e. Francis Rous] |
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The Prologue vnto the first Booke.
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The Prologue vnto the first Booke.
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haue I carelesse writ with running hand,
VVhom art not shadoweth, but as clearest light,
VVanting none Oedipus all open stand,
Fit for the dimmer eyes and weaker sight.
VVhom art not shadoweth, but as clearest light,
VVanting none Oedipus all open stand,
Fit for the dimmer eyes and weaker sight.
But they whose Eagle-eyes can dare the Sunne,
And loue high soaring from the lowly ground,
Let them not blame what I haue wilfull done,
Some better like the Oaten rurall sound.
And loue high soaring from the lowly ground,
Let them not blame what I haue wilfull done,
Some better like the Oaten rurall sound.
And let those curious eyes a while await,
Vntill the second seruice shall begin,
VVhere we will seeke for some more dainty meate,
And stranger fruites then on this table been:
VVhere if they list they may their thirst appease,
VVhich songs my Muse to higher tunes shall raise.
Vntill the second seruice shall begin,
VVhere we will seeke for some more dainty meate,
And stranger fruites then on this table been:
VVhere if they list they may their thirst appease,
VVhich songs my Muse to higher tunes shall raise.
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