A garden of graue and godlie flowers Sonets, elegies, and epitaphs. Planted, polished, and perfected: By Mr. Alexander Gardyne |
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TO THE DISCRET READER.
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TO THE DISCRET READER.
I publish
nought, nor put I to the Presse,
Thir Poesies, to purchase me an praise,
Nor, is my drift, nor my deuise to dresse,
Elabrat lines, vpon Respects to raise,
And mount my Muse, upon the front of Fame,
To get me Gaine, or t'eternize my Name.
Thir Poesies, to purchase me an praise,
Nor, is my drift, nor my deuise to dresse,
Elabrat lines, vpon Respects to raise,
And mount my Muse, upon the front of Fame,
To get me Gaine, or t'eternize my Name.
Nor doe I on, self-confidence or skill,
For price, or place, presumptuously aspyre,
My meaning much, you doe mistake: my will,
Is to get done, my Distitch lasts desire,
Slip all the smooth, sleik what you see vnsound,
Help whair they halt, Abreage when they abound.
For price, or place, presumptuously aspyre,
My meaning much, you doe mistake: my will,
Is to get done, my Distitch lasts desire,
Slip all the smooth, sleik what you see vnsound,
Help whair they halt, Abreage when they abound.
Thine if you merit, Alex. Gardyne.
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