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The Works in Verse and Prose of Nicholas Breton

For the First Time Collected and Edited: With Memorial-Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Glossarial Index, Facsimilies, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In Two Volumes

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In the praise of his Mistresse.
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In the praise of his Mistresse.

Poets lay downe your pennes, let fancie leaue to faine,
Bid al the Muses goe to bed, or get a better vaine.
There musicks are to base, to sound that sweet consaite,
That on the wonder of the world, with wonder may awaite:
But if as yet vnknowne, there be some daintie Muse,
That can doe more then al the rest, and will her cunning vse,
Let her come whet her wits, to see what she can doe,
To that the best that euer wrote, came neuer neere vntoo,
For Venus was a toy, and onely feignèd fable,
And Cresed but a Chawcers ieast, and Helen but a bable.
My tale shalbe of trueth, that neuer treason taught,
My Mistresse is the onelie sweet, that euer Nature wrought,
Whose eyes are like those starres that keepe the highest skies,
Whose beautie like the burning Sunne, that blinds the clearest eies,
Whose haires are like those beames that hang about the Sunne,
When in the morning furthe he stepps before his course to runne:
And let me touch those lips, by loue, by leaue, or lucke,
When sweet affect, by sweet aspect, may yet some fauour sucke.

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They are those little foldes, of Natures finest wit,
That she sat smoothing while she wrought & wilbe smacking yet:
And for that purest red, with that most perfect white,
That makes those cheeks the sweetest chains, of louers high delite,
What may be said but this? Behold the onely feature,
That al the world that sees the face, may wōder at the creature.
I wil not stand to muse as many writers doe,
To seeke out Natures fittest stuffe to like her lims vntoo,
For if there were on earth that could in part compare:
With anie part of anie part, wherein her praises are:
Either for Natures gifts, or Vertues sweetest grace:
I would confesse a blinded heart, were in vnhappie case.
But where both Nature, Sence, and Reason doth approue,
She is the onely saint on earth, whom God and man doth loue.
Let this in summe suffice for my poore Muse and mee.
She is the Goddesse of the earth, and there is none but she.
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