NOr can I so much say as much I ought,
Nor yet so little can I say as nought,
••raise of this thy worke, so heauenly pend,
••at sure the sacred Dove a quill did lend
•…•…m her high-soaring wing: certes I know
〈◊〉〈◊〉 other plumes, that makes man seeme so low
•…•…his owne eyes, who to all others sight
〈◊〉〈◊〉 mounted to the highest pitch of height:
••here if thou seeme to any of small price,
•…•…e fault is not in thee, but in his eyes:
•…•…t what doe I thy flood of wit restreine
•…•…ithin the narrow bankes of my poore veyne?
•…•…re I could say, and would, but that to praise
•…•…y verses, is to keepe them from their praise.
〈◊〉〈◊〉 them who reades, and doth them not aduance,
〈◊〉〈◊〉 envie doth it, or of ignorance.
F. Nethersole.