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To my good friend the Authour.
If
fancie, language, wit, deserve the praise
That's due to Poets, (friend,) then take the bayes;
For this thy Poëm who so reads, in it
Shall finde a loftie fancie, a quicke wit,
In such smooth language clad, so pure, so free
From affectation, or obscuritie,
That nothing here's superfluous, lest to be
Full fraught with wit, be superfluitie:
That's due to Poets, (friend,) then take the bayes;
For this thy Poëm who so reads, in it
Shall finde a loftie fancie, a quicke wit,
In such smooth language clad, so pure, so free
From affectation, or obscuritie,
That nothing here's superfluous, lest to be
Full fraught with wit, be superfluitie:
'Tis policie in some, whose workes are lame,
To set their friends i'th front, that their false fame
May make their lines be read; others, whose worth
Deserves all praise, as foyles to set them forth:
Such friends are wee to you, our lines and wee
Serve but for foyles unto thy worke, and thee,
Which to it selfe and you can onely raise
An everlasting Monument of praise.
To set their friends i'th front, that their false fame
May make their lines be read; others, whose worth
Deserves all praise, as foyles to set them forth:
Such friends are wee to you, our lines and wee
Serve but for foyles unto thy worke, and thee,
Which to it selfe and you can onely raise
An everlasting Monument of praise.
A. Short. A. B. C. Exon.
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