The Lady-Errant | ||
[Thus thy left hand the Mighty Stagyrite Supports]
Thus thy left hand the Mighty StagyriteSupports, that thou might'st shield him wt h thy right:
Whose early Soul aym'd high, yet allwaies hit;
The sharpest, cleanest, full, square, leading Wit;
The best Tyme's Best; could'st farthest, soonest pierce,
Of all that Walk in Prose, or dance in Verse:
Tis CARTWRIGHT, in his shadow's Shadow drest;
He never is transcrib'd that once Writes best.
The Lady-Errant | ||