 | Love Crownes the End |  |
To his friend the Author, on his Fancies Theater.
Deare friend, my infant Muse will beeObscur'd, when as the Readers see
Thy am'rous straines, and thou'lt be found
To be with greater glory crown'd
By my weake Lines, which to thy prayse
Affords a Coronet of Bayes.
In this I am thy friend, to bee
Thy foile, that plainely men may see
Thy greater lustre, and may spend
Their Censures gently on thy friend.
R. Pynder.
| Love Crownes the End | |