Times Cvrtaine Drawne or The Anatomie of Vanitie. With other choice poems, Entituled; Health from Helicon. By Richard Brathwayte |
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TO MY TRVELY WORTHIE AND MVCH RESPECTED Friend, Sr THOMAS
GAINSFORD Knight: his best wishes.
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TO MY TRVELY WORTHIE AND MVCH RESPECTED Friend, Sr THOMAS GAINSFORD Knight: his best wishes.
Once Sr, to lash the World I made't a sport,And many thought I should be lashed for't,
So as some nere-ones did me much importune
To shrow'd my selfe and shield me from mis-fortune:
But I (resolu'd to iustifie my Writ)
Did not as others did, recant from it,
But still avouch'd vnto that vicious crew,
That I would stand to't, what I wrote was true.
Whence euery braine his rackt construction had,
While one suppos'd me to be surely madd;
Who had his meanes and Patrimony spent,
[illeg.] as being cross'd by th'Wheele of adverse Fate,
My want of meanes had made me desperate.
But see how these blind Baiards errd! for I
Neither through madnesse, spite, nor pouerty,
Divulg'd those rough-hew'd Satyres, but did take
That Taske in hand onely for vertues sake:
That th'Silken Gull might be as well displaid,
As th'Honest Sage, that is in raggs arraid:
Some skrapps whereof reseru'd, doe here affoord
A second Seruice to your friendly Boord,
Which if they taste too Walsh, 'tis th'English fault,
To serue vp first and not at last the Salt.
Yours, and not the Worlds. R. B.
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