Occasions Off-spring Or Poems upon Severall Occasions: By Mathew Stevenson |
To the Author my very loving Cos. Mr. M. Stevenson.
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To the Author my very loving Cos. Mr. M. Stevenson.
Cos. I confesse, and thou knowst I am oneThat never yet had tast of Helicon.
Yet those loose ares that I did lately glean
From the full Harvest of thy fruitfull pen,
I here returne thee; knowing the so kinde
Thou wilt my love: and not my language minde.
Trust mee Cos. this course paper I designe
Not as a grace, but soyle to set off thine.
For I am certaine theres no eare so terse
But will be ravisht with thy smoother verse.
But hold, I must thy just applause refraine
For that, Part of my bloud runn's in thy veyne.
Yet they will pardon this poore God a mercie,
That note how many Poems point at
R. C.
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