In commendation of Poetry:
No vice of youth, no villany of age,
No lewd behaviour of each degree,
But in the secret myst'ries of the sage
And grave instructions of philosophy,
Clad in the habit of sweet Poesie,
Is aptly couched in some pretty fable,
As well the learned to discusse are able.
No lewd behaviour of each degree,
But in the secret myst'ries of the sage
And grave instructions of philosophy,
Clad in the habit of sweet Poesie,
Is aptly couched in some pretty fable,
As well the learned to discusse are able.
And not alone are vices set to view,
And horrid plagues attending wickednesse:
But blessed vertue with the heavenly crew,
Which ever wayt upon her worthinesse,
By them are portrayed forth with comelinesse:
The meanest fable Poet e're did make,
May stand as mirrour for example sake.
And horrid plagues attending wickednesse:
But blessed vertue with the heavenly crew,
Which ever wayt upon her worthinesse,
By them are portrayed forth with comelinesse:
The meanest fable Poet e're did make,
May stand as mirrour for example sake.
For proofe whereof, read but this little booke
With understanding, knowledge, care and skill,
And thou shalt finde presented to thy looke,
Such wit and learning from the Authors quill,
Which under fine inventions meet thee still;
So pleasant obiects that occurre thine [1]eyes,
As will thy soule with wonderment surprise.
With understanding, knowledge, care and skill,
And thou shalt finde presented to thy looke,
Such wit and learning from the Authors quill,
Which under fine inventions meet thee still;
So pleasant obiects that occurre thine [1]eyes,
As will thy soule with wonderment surprise.
- ↑ The eyes of thy minde.
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