Virgidemiarvm Sixe Bookes. First three Bookes. Of Tooth-lesse Satyrs. 1. Poeticall. 2. Academicall. 3. Morall: Corrected and amended |
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SAT. I.
[Nor Ladies wanton loue, nor wandring knight]
Nor Ladies wanton loue, nor wandring knight,Legend I out in rymes all richly dight.
Nor fright the Reader with the Pagan vaunt
Of mightie Mahound, or great Termagaunt.
Nor lift I sonnet of my Mistresse face,
To plaint some Blowesse with a borrowed grace.
Nor can I bide to pen some hungry Scene.
For thick-skin eares, and vndiscerning eyne.
Nor euer could my scornfull Muse abide
With Tragick shooes her ankles for to hide.
Nor can I crouch, and writhe my fauning tayle
To some great Patron, for my best auaile,
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Or let it neuer liue, or timely die:
Nor vnder euery banke, and euery tree,
Speake rymes vnto my oten Minstralsie.
Nor caroll out so pleasing liuely laies,
As mought the Graces moue my mirth to praise.
Trumpet, and reeds, and socks, and buskins fine
I them bequeath: whose statues wandring twine
Of Yuy, mixt with Bayes, circlen around
Their liuing Temples likewise Laurell-bound.
Rather had I albee in carelesse rymes,
Check the mis-ordred world, and lawlesse times.
Nor need I craue the muses mid-wifry,
To bring to light so worth-lesse Poetry:
Or if mee list, what baser Muse can bide,
To sit and sing by Grantaes naked side.
They haunt the tyded Thames and salt Medway,
Ere since the fame of their late Bridall day.
Nought haue we here but willow-shaded shore,
To tell our Grant his banks are left forlore.
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