 | The love of Amos and Laura |  |
TO MY APPROVED AND MVCH RESPECTED FRIEND, R: W.
To thee thou more then thrice beloued friend,
I too vnworthie of so great a blisse:
These harsh tun'd lines I here to thee commend,
Thou being cause it is now as it is:
For hadst thou held thy tongue by silence might,
These had bene buried in obliuions night.
I too vnworthie of so great a blisse:
These harsh tun'd lines I here to thee commend,
Thou being cause it is now as it is:
For hadst thou held thy tongue by silence might,
These had bene buried in obliuions night.
If they were pleasing, I would call them thine,
And disavow my title to the verse:
But being bad, I needs must call them mine,
No ill thing can be clothed in thy verse.
Accept them then, and where I haue offended,
Rase thou it out, and let it be amended.
And disavow my title to the verse:
But being bad, I needs must call them mine,
No ill thing can be clothed in thy verse.
Accept them then, and where I haue offended,
Rase thou it out, and let it be amended.
S. P.
| The love of Amos and Laura | |