The Shomakers Holiday. Or The Gentle Craft With the humorous life of Simon Eyre, shoomaker, and Lord Maior of London |
The Prologue as it was pronounced before the Queenes Maiestie.
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The Prologue as it was pronounced before the Queenes Maiestie.
As wretches in a storme (expecting day)With trembling hands and eyes cast vp to heauen,
Make Prayers the anchor of their conquerd hopes,
So we (deere Goddesse) wonder of all eyes,
Your meanest vassalls (through mistrust and feare,
To sincke into the bottome of disgrace,
By our imperfit pastimes) prostrate thus
On bended knees, our sailes of hope do strike,
Dreading the bitter stormes of your dislike.
Since then (vnhappy men) our hap is such,
That to our selues our selues no help can bring,
But needes must perish, if your saint-like eares
(Locking the temple where all mercy sits)
Refuse the tribute of our begging tongues.
Oh graunt (bright mirror of true Chastitie)
From those life-breathing starres your sun-like eyes,
One gratious smile: for your celestiall breath
Must send vs life, or sentence vs to death.
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