The Second Day of the First Weeke of the most excellent, learned, and diuine Poet, William, Lord Bartas. Done out of French into English Heroicall verse by Thomas Winter |
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little eccho of anothers voice,
Tell in thy mother tongue a strangers mind.
And when thou com'st abroade, and findest choise
Of readers differing in their various kind,
Reeccho backe vnto the gentle spirit,
Such thankes as his iudicious skill shall merit.
Tell in thy mother tongue a strangers mind.
And when thou com'st abroade, and findest choise
Of readers differing in their various kind,
Reeccho backe vnto the gentle spirit,
Such thankes as his iudicious skill shall merit.
But if thou meete with any dunsing Iauell,
That is an homager to ignorance,
And yet doth enuiously presume to cauill,
And blunder out such words as these by chance:
That he sees not how Bartas doth surpasse,
Diuide his word, and turne him backe the Asse.
That is an homager to ignorance,
And yet doth enuiously presume to cauill,
And blunder out such words as these by chance:
That he sees not how Bartas doth surpasse,
Diuide his word, and turne him backe the Asse.
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