Poems, and, A defence of ryme

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<T A Defence of Ryme>

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<T To the Reader>

BEhold once more with serious labor here
Have I refurnisht out this little frame,
Repaird some parts defective here and there,
And passages new added to the same, (were
Some rooms inlargd, made some les the they
Like to the curious builder who this yeare
Puls downe, and alters what he did the last
As if the thing in doing were more deere
Then being done, & nothing likes thats past              10
  For that we euer make the latter day
The scholler of the former, and we find
Something is still amisse that must delay
Our busines, and leave worke for us behinde.
As if there were no saboath of the minde.
And howsoeuer be it well or ill
What I haue done, it is mine owne I may
Do whatsoeuer therewithall I will.
  I may pull downe, raise, and reedisie
It is the building of my life and fee                    20
Of Nature, all th`inheritance that I
Shal leave to those which must come after me
And . . .

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