Festum Uoluptatis, Or the Banquet of Pleasure Fvrnished with Mvch Variety of Speculations, Wittie, Pleasant, and Delightfull. Containing divers choyce Love-Posies, Songs, Sonnets, Odes, Madrigals, Satyrs, Epigrams, Epitaphs and Elegies. For varietie and pleasure the like never before published. By S. P. [i.e. Samuel Pick] |
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Author to his Booke.
Come hither Book take counsell, hee that goesInto the world, meets with a world of foes.
Thy Mother was my Muse, a gentle Dame,
Who much ador'd Apollo's sacred Name;
Then being free-borne, know that thou art going
Into a World of wits, still fresh, still growing:
Yet wonder not that I have got no friend
To write in thy behalfe. What! should I send
Thee like a Serving-man, with Letters? No,
The World shall see thee first, and seeing know
Whether thou merits praise: none shall have cause,
To be condemn'd of folly in the applause
Of thy harsh lines, the worst that can be thought,
Is this, that none would write they were not naught.
Alas, poore Booke! hunt not thou after praise,
Nor dare to stretch thy hand unto the Bayes
Vpon a Poets head: let it suffice
To thee and mee, the World doth us despise.
“'Tis for a better Pen than mine, to say,
“I know 'tis good, and if you lik't, you may.
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