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, iuditious, and ingenious Sister of the neuer-too-much renowned Sir Philip Sidney; Mary, Countesse Dowager of Pembrooke.
Gods mee! hovv novv? vvhat Present haue vve here?A Booke, that stood in perill of the presse:
But novv its past those pikes; and doth appeare
To keepe the lookers on, from heauinesse.
What Stuffe containes it? Fustian, perfect Spruce;
Wits Gallimalfrey, or Wit fride in Steakes.
From vvhome came it, a Gods name? from his Muse
(O do not tell) that still your fauour seekes.
And vvho is that? faith that is I. vvhat I?
I per se I. Great I, you vvould say. No:
Great I (indeed) you vvell may say; but I
Am little i, the least of all the Row.
You cannot choose but know me novv: no do?
I am the least in Yours, and Worlds esteeme;
I am the same: Madam, go to, go to,
You knovv me novv (I knovv) though strange you seeme.
Not yet? why then (great lady) I am hee
That (maugre Fate) vvas, is, and stile vvill bee
The Triton of your praise I. D.
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