Loves martyr or, Rosalins complaint. Allegorically shadowing the truth of Loue, in the constant Fate of the Phoenix and Turtle. A Poeme enterlaced with much varietie and raritie; now first translated out of the uenerable Italian Torquato Caeliano, by Robert Chester. With the true legend of famous King Arthur, the last of the nine Worthies, being the first Essay of a new British Poet: collected out of diuerse Authenticall Records. To these are added some new compositions, of seuerall moderne Writers whose names are subscribed to their seuerall workes, upon the first Subiect: viz. the Phoenix and Turtle |
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To the kind Reader.
Of
bloudy warres, nor of the sacke of Troy,
Of Pryams murdred sonnes, nor Didoes fall,
Of Hellens rape, by Paris Troian boy,
Of Cæsars victories, nor Pompeys thrall,
Of Lucrece rape, being rauisht by a King,
Of none of these, of sweete Conceit I sing.
Of Pryams murdred sonnes, nor Didoes fall,
Of Hellens rape, by Paris Troian boy,
Of Cæsars victories, nor Pompeys thrall,
Of Lucrece rape, being rauisht by a King,
Of none of these, of sweete Conceit I sing.
Then (gentle Reader) ouer-reade my Muse,
That armes herselfe to flie a lowly flight,
My vntun'd stringed verse do thou excuse,
That may perhaps accepted, yeeld delight:
I cannot clime in praises to the skie,
Least falling, I be drown'd with infamie.
That armes herselfe to flie a lowly flight,
My vntun'd stringed verse do thou excuse,
That may perhaps accepted, yeeld delight:
I cannot clime in praises to the skie,
Least falling, I be drown'd with infamie.
Mea mecum Porto.
R. Ch.
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