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To the Booke as it is dedicated vnto his most excellent Maiestie.
Thrise happy Issue, brain-begotten Birth,
Wits pure Extraction, life of Poesie,
Togither borne with Englands endlesse mirth;
How haue the Heauens grace't thy nativity!
Wits pure Extraction, life of Poesie,
How haue the Heauens grace't thy nativity!
Wast from disdaine to powre th'ambrosian dew
(Dropping like Nectar from a sacred quill)
Into the common Lavour, vulgar view;
That Heaven deferd thy birth these howres vntill?
(Dropping like Nectar from a sacred quill)
Into the common Lavour, vulgar view;
That Heaven deferd thy birth these howres vntill?
O blessed Booke, reserv'd to kisse that hand,
From which, desert nere parted discontent!
Go, pay thy vowes; await his dread command
To whom in prostrate duety thou art sent.
From which, desert nere parted discontent!
Go, pay thy vowes; await his dread command
To whom in prostrate duety thou art sent.
Shall He say, liue? flie Time; swell Lethe lake;
Burst fell Detraction; thou liu'st: and when
A thousand Ages dust shall over-rake,
Thy living Lines shall please both God, and men:
Burst fell Detraction; thou liu'st: and when
A thousand Ages dust shall over-rake,
Thy living Lines shall please both God, and men:
For, grace't by him, whom swift intelligence
Hath made Arch-Master of each excellence,
It needes must follow, that succeeding daies
Cannot detract from what he dain'd to praise.
Hath made Arch-Master of each excellence,
It needes must follow, that succeeding daies
Cannot detract from what he dain'd to praise.
Nicholas Deeble.
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