H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
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Written to a most excellent Booke, full of rare inuention.
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Written to a most excellent Booke, full of rare inuention.
Goe
learned booke, and vnto Pallas sing,
Thy pleasant tunes that sweetely sownde to hie
For Pan to reache, though Zoylus thee doth sting,
And lowre at thy lawde, set nought thereby.
Thy makers Muse in spight of enuies chinne,
For wise deuise, deserued praise shall winne.
Thy pleasant tunes that sweetely sownde to hie
For Pan to reache, though Zoylus thee doth sting,
And lowre at thy lawde, set nought thereby.
Thy makers Muse in spight of enuies chinne,
For wise deuise, deserued praise shall winne.
Who views thee well, and notes thy course aright,
And syftes eche sence that couched is in thee:
Must needes extoll the minde that did thee dight,
And wishe the Muse may neuer weary bee.
From whence doth flowe such pithe in filed phrase,
As worthiest witte may ioy on thee to gase.
And syftes eche sence that couched is in thee:
Must needes extoll the minde that did thee dight,
And wishe the Muse may neuer weary bee.
From whence doth flowe such pithe in filed phrase,
As worthiest witte may ioy on thee to gase.
How much they erre, thy rare euent bewrayes,
That stretch their skill the Fates to ouerthrow:
And how mans wisedome here in vaine seekes wayes,
To shun high powers that sway our states below.
Against whose rule, although we striue to runne,
What Ioue forefets, no humaine force may shunne.
That stretch their skill the Fates to ouerthrow:
And how mans wisedome here in vaine seekes wayes,
To shun high powers that sway our states below.
Against whose rule, although we striue to runne,
What Ioue forefets, no humaine force may shunne.
But all to long, thou hidste so perfite worke,
Seest not desyre, how faine she seekes to finde:
Thy light but lost, if thou in darknesse lurke?
Then shewe thy selfe and seeme no more vnkinde.
Unfolde thy fruite, and spread thy maysters praise,
Whose prime of youth, graue deeds of age displaies.
Seest not desyre, how faine she seekes to finde:
Thy light but lost, if thou in darknesse lurke?
Then shewe thy selfe and seeme no more vnkinde.
Unfolde thy fruite, and spread thy maysters praise,
Whose prime of youth, graue deeds of age displaies.
Go choyce conceits, Mineruas Mirrour bright,
With Rubies ritch yfret, wrought by the wise:
Purfled with Pearle, and decked with delight,
Where pleasure with profite, both in their guise.
Discourse of Louers, and such as folde sheepe,
Whose sawes well mixed, shrowds misteries deepe.
With Rubies ritch yfret, wrought by the wise:
Where pleasure with profite, both in their guise.
Discourse of Louers, and such as folde sheepe,
Whose sawes well mixed, shrowds misteries deepe.
Goe yet I say with speede thy charge delyuer,
Thou needst not blushe, nor feare the foyle of blame:
The worthy Countesse see thou follow euer,
Tyll Fates doe fayle, maintaine her Noble name.
Attend her wyll, if she vouchsafe to call,
Stoope to her state, downe flat before her fall.
Thou needst not blushe, nor feare the foyle of blame:
The worthy Countesse see thou follow euer,
Tyll Fates doe fayle, maintaine her Noble name.
Attend her wyll, if she vouchsafe to call,
Stoope to her state, downe flat before her fall.
And euer thanke thou him, that fyrst such fruite did frame,
By whome thy prayse shall liue, to thy immortall fame.
By whome thy prayse shall liue, to thy immortall fame.
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