My Dedicatory at the End of Beaumont and Fletchers Playes
My Dedicatory at the end of Beaumont and fletchers playes now sett out 1646
It well becomes the glory of the press
And poetry their surfrages to dress
At these two Lawreats shrine whos works despise
The Thunder boults of blackmouthd Callumnies
For whilst they teach the world upon a stage
To tread true measure and each personage
Either to cast smiles here or frowne threats ther
As vice and virtues sit Diamiter
This corner of it (from the rest by some
Divided) is Apolloes I'le become
For the nine sisters noe where else doe dwell
But where such Raptures rais an oracle
For my poore vaine which never could produce
Of that Inspireing fountaines Nectar Juce
Nor yet entitle to that power or skill
To Crop a spell branch from parnassus hill
Is far to meane, unless some Reader lookes
Upon this as the Carrier of their bookes
After them not in Print but wrot with quill
And soe the last Page may not deem them ill.
It well becomes the glory of the press
And poetry their surfrages to dress
At these two Lawreats shrine whos works despise
The Thunder boults of blackmouthd Callumnies
For whilst they teach the world upon a stage
To tread true measure and each personage
Either to cast smiles here or frowne threats ther
As vice and virtues sit Diamiter
This corner of it (from the rest by some
Divided) is Apolloes I'le become
For the nine sisters noe where else doe dwell
But where such Raptures rais an oracle
For my poore vaine which never could produce
Of that Inspireing fountaines Nectar Juce
Nor yet entitle to that power or skill
To Crop a spell branch from parnassus hill
Is far to meane, unless some Reader lookes
Upon this as the Carrier of their bookes
After them not in Print but wrot with quill
And soe the last Page may not deem them ill.
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