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Two Sonnets to her M:tie to show the difference of Stiles
althogh Madame I ought not to refuse
What yee request, or pleases to desire
Yet may I justly make my oun excuse
In that which last it pleas'd you to require
Long since forsooth my Muse begunne to tire
Through daylie fascherie of my oun affaires
Which quench'd in me that heauenly furious fire
In place whereof came sad & thorny cares
Which restlesly no time nor season spares
To spoile me of my former pleasurs quite
Who wont before to vse farre other wares
As exercis'd some worthy work to write
Now ar Castalias floods dried up in me
Like suddain shoures this time of yeere ye see.
What yee request, or pleases to desire
Yet may I justly make my oun excuse
In that which last it pleas'd you to require
Long since forsooth my Muse begunne to tire
Through daylie fascherie of my oun affaires
Which quench'd in me that heauenly furious fire
In place whereof came sad & thorny cares
Which restlesly no time nor season spares
To spoile me of my former pleasurs quite
Who wont before to vse farre other wares
As exercis'd some worthy work to write
Now ar Castalias floods dried up in me
Like suddain shoures this time of yeere ye see.
But what Madame & shall I then denie
Your juste demaunde and disobey the same?
No yee euen yee shall carrie to the skie
My barren verse and shall my Muse inflame
Was it not only your inchaunting fame
Who on her wings alofte did carrie mee
Frome natiue soil to follow on your name
And Eagle like on Theatis back to flee
Wher she commaunded Neptune for to be
My Princely guard and Triton to attend
On artificial flying tours of tree
Wherin I resting ranne to journeys end
Then since your fame hath made me flie before
Well may your name my verses nou decore.
Your juste demaunde and disobey the same?
No yee euen yee shall carrie to the skie
My barren verse and shall my Muse inflame
Was it not only your inchaunting fame
Who on her wings alofte did carrie mee
Frome natiue soil to follow on your name
And Eagle like on Theatis back to flee
Wher she commaunded Neptune for to be
My Princely guard and Triton to attend
On artificial flying tours of tree
Wherin I resting ranne to journeys end
Then since your fame hath made me flie before
Well may your name my verses nou decore.
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