In commendation of Poetry.
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mong the divers currents that do flowFrō th'euer springing fountain of al art,
The perled Nectar most cōtent doth show
Which Poetry full sweetly doth impart,
Whose hony'd vapour comforteth the heart,
And under vailed fancies that doth sing,
Which doth much profit with great pleasure bring
For certs the truth (though truth no colours need
To men of understanding and ripe yeeres)
When she is masked in a seemely weed,
More faire, more sweet, and beautifull appeares,
Her tale contents the mind, and glads the eares
And makes men more attentive to her story,
That truth may still prevaile with greater glory:
To men of understanding and ripe yeeres)
When she is masked in a seemely weed,
More faire, more sweet, and beautifull appeares,
Her tale contents the mind, and glads the eares
And makes men more attentive to her story,
That truth may still prevaile with greater glory:
For as an Image drawne in white and blacke,
Though it be well proportioned with care,
If it doe other comely colours lacke,
To beautifie the members, head, and haire,
Vnto the eye appeares not halfe so faire;
Nor with so much content doth fill the minde,
As that portrayd with colours in his kinde:
Though it be well proportioned with care,
If it doe other comely colours lacke,
To beautifie the members, head, and haire,
Vnto the eye appeares not halfe so faire;
Nor with so much content doth fill the minde,
As that portrayd with colours in his kinde:
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