 | Saint Peters complaint |  |
The Author to the Reader.
Deare eye that doest peruse my muses style,
With easie censure deeme of my delight:
Giue sobrest countnance leaue sometime to smyle,
And grauest wits to take a breathing flight:
Of mirth to make a trade may be a crime,
But tyred spirites for mirth must haue a time.
With easie censure deeme of my delight:
Giue sobrest countnance leaue sometime to smyle,
And grauest wits to take a breathing flight:
Of mirth to make a trade may be a crime,
But tyred spirites for mirth must haue a time.
The lofty Eagle soares not still aboue,
High flightes will force her from the wing to stoupe,
And studious thoughtes at times men must remoue,
Least by excesse before their time they droupe.
In courser studies tis a sweete repose,
With Poets pleasing vaine to temper prose.
High flightes will force her from the wing to stoupe,
And studious thoughtes at times men must remoue,
Least by excesse before their time they droupe.
In courser studies tis a sweete repose,
With Poets pleasing vaine to temper prose.
Prophane conceites and fayning fits I flie,
Such lawlesse stuffe doth lawlesse speeches fit:
With Dauid verse to vertue I apply,
Whose measure best with measured wordes doth fit.
It is the sweetest note that man can sing,
When grace in vertues key tunes natures string.
Such lawlesse stuffe doth lawlesse speeches fit:
With Dauid verse to vertue I apply,
Whose measure best with measured wordes doth fit.
It is the sweetest note that man can sing,
When grace in vertues key tunes natures string.
| Saint Peters complaint | |