Needlesse it is my meaning to unfold:
Your Eagles eyes will quickly see the Sunne;
All that shewes faire, is not refined gold;
Nor all pure vestals which in cloysters wonne:
Sometimes a Wolfe a Shepheards weed will don:
And starved Snakes, as Esope wisely told,
Preserv'd through pity from destruction.
When fire hath freed their joynts benum'd with cold,
Will hisse their friend, like Serpents from his hold.
Your Eagles eyes will quickly see the Sunne;
All that shewes faire, is not refined gold;
Nor all pure vestals which in cloysters wonne:
Sometimes a Wolfe a Shepheards weed will don:
And starved Snakes, as Esope wisely told,
Preserv'd through pity from destruction.
When fire hath freed their joynts benum'd with cold,
Will hisse their friend, like Serpents from his hold.
Pardon me, Cousin, though I seeme too bold,
T'unrip the Cankers of a festred sore,
Too much I grieve to heare him thus controld,
And falsly slandred by a grunting Bore,
And by a heard of swine, which erst before,
When famous Hargreve liv'd, like dogs did flatter
Yet heav'n I hope, which iudgements hath in store,
Will first or last reward them for this matter:
And turne the case on shore when tydes want water.
T'unrip the Cankers of a festred sore,
Too much I grieve to heare him thus controld,
And falsly slandred by a grunting Bore,
And by a heard of swine, which erst before,
When famous Hargreve liv'd, like dogs did flatter
Yet heav'n I hope, which iudgements hath in store,
Will first or last reward them for this matter:
And turne the case on shore when tydes want water.
Longer I will not agravate their shame,
Broaching the caske of their unnat'rall sinne:
Well can the world testifie the same,
How thankelesse and ungratefull they have bin,
And how iniurious still they dealt herein:
But since the world neglects a dead mans wrong,
My Muse, albe't she be both bare and thin,
Is not afraid, though envies part be strong,
To let them know th'abuses of their tongue.
Broaching the caske of their unnat'rall sinne:
Well can the world testifie the same,
How thankelesse and ungratefull they have bin,
And how iniurious still they dealt herein:
But since the world neglects a dead mans wrong,
My Muse, albe't she be both bare and thin,
Is not afraid, though envies part be strong,
To let them know th'abuses of their tongue.
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