The Scourge of Folly Consisting of satyricall Epigrams, And others in honour of many noble Persons and worthy friends, together, with a pleasant (though discordant) Descant upon most English Proverbs and others [by John Davies] |
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To the right noble Lord, worthy of all loue and honor, the Lord Vicount Lisle.
Deere Lord, while I doe muse to finde out WordsTo suite thy Worth, I finde the Labour great:
For, still so much true Worthines affoords
That fullest Words are nothing so Compleate.
Faine would I do thee honor If I could,
For many deere respects: but, ah, alas,
Small is the honor Rimes both few, and cold
Can giue thy Vertue, which all praise doth passe.
Learning and Armes, together with the Muse,
(Which Trinity of Powers Artes Heau'n sett forth)
Thy Brother did into thy Brest infuse
As to the Heire of all his matchlesse WORTH:
Then fish Sr. Phillip still in thee abides
There's more in thee then all the World besides.
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