Greenes Funeralls By R. B. [i.e. Richard Barnfield] |
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Sonnet, VI.
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Sonnet, VI.
[Of Tel-tales tell my muse]
Of Tel-tales tell my muse,of such as loue to lie:
Of such as vse, for to abuse,
their friends and no cause why.
Of such and none but such,
My pen shall write his pleasure:
And them at large I meane to tuch,
When I haue time and leasure.
My rime is rude, what then?
Yet will it serue the turne:
To notefie such wicked men,
As doe deserue to burne.
As doe deserue to burne said I?
Nay worse: that ought to feele,
The raging force and crueltie:
Of old Ixions wheele.
But least I should this mourning Muse retaine:
Ile fall into an other kinde of vaine.
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