 | The Deseruing Fauorite |  |
THE Printers Epigrammaticall Epistle to the vnderstanding Reader.
Vnknowne to'th Author this faire Courtly PieceWas drawne to'th Presse; not for a Golden Fleece,
As doe our Midan Mimickes of these Times,
Who hunt out Gaine, with Reasons losse in Rhimes,
Heaping together such indigested Stuffe,
Can scarce out-beare true Iudgements Counter-buffe:
He with a new, choyce, and familiar Straine
Strikes full Conceit deepe in the Master-Veyne,
Stoopes not for drosse; his profit was his pleasure,
Ha's (for his Friends) ransackt the Muses Treasure,
Brought thence such lustrous sparkling Iewels forth,
As well improue his Scœnes of reall Worth;
Prompt Wit, ripe Art, with Iudgement fell at strife
How best t'expresse true Nature to the Life:
Yet fild with pleasing Language and so filde,
As best beseemes. Minerva's high bred Child:
Accept these Straines, as here you find 'em drest
By mee the Printer; All stand ready prest
At your sole Seruice rightly vnderstand 'em,
And if more such I meet with; still command 'em.
Your obsequious, in what's good and vertuous. I. R.
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