In commendation of Poetry:
Ev'n so a naked story simply told,
Though cause be true and worthy due regard,
Doth not mens hearts with such affection hold,
Nor hath the outward sences so in gard,
As doth that matter which is well declard,
Adorned pleasantly with tearmes and art,
Which piercing th'row the eares, doth move the heart.
Though cause be true and worthy due regard,
Doth not mens hearts with such affection hold,
Nor hath the outward sences so in gard,
As doth that matter which is well declard,
Adorned pleasantly with tearmes and art,
Which piercing th'row the eares, doth move the heart.
This knew the learned Poets all of yore,
This knew th'immortall Sages long agone,
Whose workes the wisest of our age adore,
Such store of wisedome in their bookes is shone,
Such pleasure unto all, offence to none,
Such grave precepts hid under fine device,
As eares and heart with wonderment surprise.
This knew th'immortall Sages long agone,
Whose workes the wisest of our age adore,
Such store of wisedome in their bookes is shone,
Such pleasure unto all, offence to none,
Such grave precepts hid under fine device,
As eares and heart with wonderment surprise.
- ↑ A hill consecrate to the Muses.
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