Follies Anatomie or Satyres and Satyricall Epigrams. With a compendious History of Ixion's Wheele. Compiled by Henry Hutton |
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TO THE WORTHILY Honor'd Knight, Sir Timothy Hutton.
Noblest of mindes, vnknowne, I would inuite,Rich Pyrrhus to accept a Codrus mite.
My lame-legd Muse, nere clome Pernassus Mount.
Nor drunke the iuice of Aganippe's Fount:
Yet doth aspire with Dedall's wings, appeale
To you, sole Patron of our common weale.
The foule maskt Lady, night, which blots the skie,
Hath but one Phœbe, feuer-shaking eye.
Olympus azure clime, one golden light,
Which drownes the starry curtaine of the night:
And my rude Muse (which Satyrists would rend)
One generous, graue Patronizing friend.
And vse these Metroes of true meaning wit:
Command; commend them not: such humile Art
Disclaimes applause, demerits no desert.
Ualue my verse according to her worth:
No mercenary hope hath brought her forth.
Times puny, Penny-wits, I loathing hate.
Though poore, Im'e pure, from such a seruile state.
These workes (fram'd on the Anuile of my braine)
My free borne Muse, enfranchise from such shame:
In which large Calender, Timists may view,
I onely writ to please the World, and you.
Your worships friend Nomine & Re: Henry Hutton.
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