Follies Anatomie or Satyres and Satyricall Epigrams. With a compendious History of Ixion's Wheele. Compiled by Henry Hutton |
TO THE READER, Vpon the Author, his Kins-man.
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Follies Anatomie | ||
TO THE READER, Vpon the Author, his Kins-man.
Old Homer, in his time made a great feast,And euery Poet was thereat a guest:
All had their welcome; yet not all one fare.
To them aboue the salt (his chiefest care)
He spewd a banquet of choise Poesie,
Whereon they fed euen to satietie.
The lower end, had from that end their Cates.
For, Homer setting open his dung-gates,
Deliuered, from that dresser, excrement,
Whereon they glutted, and returnd in Print.
Let no man wonder that I this rehearse;
Nought came from Homer but it turnd to verse.
Where was his place, or whether he were there:
Whether he waited, or he tooke away;
Of this same point I cannot soothly say:
But thus I ghesse. Being then a dandiprat,
Some witty Poet tooke him in his lap
And fed him from aboue, with some choice bit.
Hence his Acumen, and a ready wit:
But prayses from a friendly pen ill thriue.
And truth's scarce truth, spoke by a relative.
Let enuy therefore giue her vote herein:
Enuy and th' Author sure are nought a-kin.
Ile personate bad Enuy: yet say so,
He lickt at Homers mouth, not from below.
R. H.
Follies Anatomie | ||