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VER OSAES song.

And must the Punie that learned Gammut scant,
Muse vpon Crochets trebled oft and oft:
Or who of Arte the perfect groundes doeth want,
To iudge thereof, shall he then clime aloft:
No, no: of trueth his cunning prooues but vaine,
And so herein shall I such merite gaine.
But seeyng your doomes is a commaund to speake,
I will not sticke, (yet blame me not therefore,
If I doe erre) for that my skill is weake,
So that of right the blame is yours the more,
Appointing her of colours Iudge to be,
Who being so blinde, can therein nothing see.
For Cupids craft, euer fronted with a smyle,
Hath neuer pierst my panting virgins breast,
For I abhorre the Caytiffes crafty wyle,
Wherewith the Louers fond are euer opprest.
I wish my friendes neuer for to prooue such fate,
Least vnto them repentance commeth too late.
For to repeate the Louers dreaming thoughtes,
If skill to me had taught the ready way,
Howe with loues frowne they seeme like dampned ghostes,
Were toyled too much, and eke would make you say,
That I a foe were to humanitie,
Therefore with this, I craue excused to be.