Thvle Or Vertues Historie. To the Honorable and vertuous Mistris Amy Avdely. By F. R. [i.e. Francis Rous] |
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To the Reader.
Nor lift I craue the gentle Readers prayse,
Nor make base prayers to the Critick eares,
Nor humbly beg for vndeserued bayes,
My bolder Muse no cruell censure feares:
Let starueling Poets and that baser sort,
To wrested fauour witles heads exhort.
Nor make base prayers to the Critick eares,
Nor humbly beg for vndeserued bayes,
My bolder Muse no cruell censure feares:
Let starueling Poets and that baser sort,
To wrested fauour witles heads exhort.
Nor doe I feare those Scyllaes dogged heades,
Which still are barking at the passingers;
And sate their thirstie iawes on worthier deedes,
Scorning the bones of threedbare carrion verse:
My Muse shall flie those Basilisks aspect,
VVhich with their poysned rayes all things infect.
Which still are barking at the passingers;
And sate their thirstie iawes on worthier deedes,
Scorning the bones of threedbare carrion verse:
My Muse shall flie those Basilisks aspect,
VVhich with their poysned rayes all things infect.
The sixteenth spring had with her flowrie vaile
VVrapt all the earth, warm'd with th' approching Sunne,
And did gainst winters ragged force preuaile;
Who streight to cold Cocitus streames did runne:
Where in congealed frost for deepe disgrace,
He wilfull hides his blushing hoary face.
VVrapt all the earth, warm'd with th' approching Sunne,
And did gainst winters ragged force preuaile;
Who streight to cold Cocitus streames did runne:
Where in congealed frost for deepe disgrace,
He wilfull hides his blushing hoary face.
VVhen I too yong doe driue this chariot,
Plowd vp the furrowes of my fruitles wit,
And in this spring this timely child begot,
And to mens fauours now aduenture it:
VVhere let it hazard for more lucky chance,
And with his worth his humble name aduance.
Plowd vp the furrowes of my fruitles wit,
And in this spring this timely child begot,
And to mens fauours now aduenture it:
VVhere let it hazard for more lucky chance,
And with his worth his humble name aduance.
Where infant flie the lowring browes of age,
Auoyd the wrinkles of his furrowed face,
Thy state fits not their grauer carriage,
But to the yonger sort direct thy pace:
VVhere while thou sitst thy loued peeres among,
Bid them or not correct or mend thy song.
Auoyd the wrinkles of his furrowed face,
Thy state fits not their grauer carriage,
But to the yonger sort direct thy pace:
VVhere while thou sitst thy loued peeres among,
Bid them or not correct or mend thy song.
And fly the earthly poets seruile soule,
That sels the Muses for each peasants brasse;
Those mercenaries faults thou maist controule,
VVhose deeds fayre Helicons sweet streames debase:
And thou more glorying in immunitie,
Fly farre the name of prentise-poetrie.
That sels the Muses for each peasants brasse;
Those mercenaries faults thou maist controule,
VVhose deeds fayre Helicons sweet streames debase:
And thou more glorying in immunitie,
Fly farre the name of prentise-poetrie.
Next scorne the scorner of a Poets pen,
That counts it base in tuned lines to sing,
And leaues it for the poore and needy men,
That hope to gaine by rimed flattering:
Tell him not all Parnassus yet is sold,
But yet one head the louely Muses hold.
That counts it base in tuned lines to sing,
And leaues it for the poore and needy men,
That hope to gaine by rimed flattering:
Tell him not all Parnassus yet is sold,
But yet one head the louely Muses hold.
VVhich heau'nly Sydney liuing did adorne,
And Scottish Iames bedeckt with princely writ,
VVhose names black enuy and deaths force doe scorne,
Eterniz'd with the glorie of their wit:
Whose hallowed steps not to be troden more,
Following a farre full humbly I adore.
And Scottish Iames bedeckt with princely writ,
VVhose names black enuy and deaths force doe scorne,
Eterniz'd with the glorie of their wit:
Whose hallowed steps not to be troden more,
Following a farre full humbly I adore.
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