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An Epigram, written by the Author on his owne Picture; where this Motto was inscribed.
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Ivvenilia | ||
An Epigram, written by the Author on his owne Picture; where this Motto was inscribed.
Thus others Loves, have set my shadow forth,
To fill a Roome, with Names of greater worth:
And Me, among the rest, they set to show,
Yet, what I am, I pray mistake not, tho.
To fill a Roome, with Names of greater worth:
And Me, among the rest, they set to show,
Yet, what I am, I pray mistake not, tho.
Imagine me, nor Eárle, nor Lord, nor Knight,
Nor any new advanced Favourite.
For, you would sweare, if This well pictur'd me,
That such a One I ne'r were like to be.
No child of purblind Fortun's was I borne,
For all that issue holdeth Me in scorne.
Yet, He that made Me, hath assur'd Me to,
Fortune can make no such; not such undo.
And bids me, in no Favours take delight;
But what I shall acquire, in Her despight.
Nor any new advanced Favourite.
For, you would sweare, if This well pictur'd me,
That such a One I ne'r were like to be.
No child of purblind Fortun's was I borne,
For all that issue holdeth Me in scorne.
Yet, He that made Me, hath assur'd Me to,
Fortune can make no such; not such undo.
And bids me, in no Favours take delight;
But what I shall acquire, in Her despight.
Which Mind, in Raggs, I rather with to beare,
Then rise through basenes, bravest Robes to weare:
Part of my Outside hath the Picture showne;
Part of my Inside, by these Lines is knowne:
And 'tis no matter of a rush to me,
How This or That, shall now esteemed be.
Then rise through basenes, bravest Robes to weare:
Part of my Outside hath the Picture showne;
Part of my Inside, by these Lines is knowne:
And 'tis no matter of a rush to me,
How This or That, shall now esteemed be.
Ivvenilia | ||