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ELEGIA. 14. Ad venerem, quod elegis finem imponat.
Tender loues Mother a new Poet get,This last end to my Elegies is set.
Which I Pelignis foster-childe haue fram'd.
(Nor am I by such wanton toyes defam'd)
Heire of an ancient house, if help that can,
Not onely by warres rage made Gentleman.
In Virgil Mantua ioyes: in Catul Verone,
Of me Pelignis nation boasts alone,
Whom liberty to honest armes compeld,
When carefull Rome in doubt their prowesse held.
And some guest viewing watry Sulmoes walles,
Where little ground to be inclos'd befalles.
How such a Poet could you bring forth, sayes,
How small so ere, I'le you for greatest praise.
Both loues to whom my heart long time did yeeld,
Your golden ensignes pluckt out of my field,
Horned Bacchus grauer furie doth distill,
A greater ground with great horse is to till.
Weake Elegies, delightfull Muse farewell;
A worke, that after my death, heere shall dwell.
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