Abuses stript, and whipt. Or Satirical essayes. By George Wyther. Diuided into two bookes

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Abuses stript, and whipt. Or Satirical essayes. By George Wyther. Diuided into two bookes
Author
Wither, George, 1588-1667.
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At London :: Printed by G. Eld, for Francis Burton, and are to be solde at his shop in Pauls Church-yard, at the signe of the Green-Dragon,
1613.
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Satire, English -- Early works to 1800.
Epigrams, English -- Early works to 1800.
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To the Lord Lisle, Lord Chamberlaine to the Queene.

EPIGRAM. 9.

BEing a Sidney and so neere allied, To him whose matchlesse rare immortall pen Procur'd of Fame to haue him deifide, And liue for euer in the hearts of men: The loue my soule hath euer borne that name, Would certainely perswade me for your sake; In honest seruice to aduenture blame, Or any open dangers vndertake, Yet shall not that your titles, nor your place, Your honours, nor your might, nor all you haue, Cause me to flatter for reward or grace▪ Fortune shall neuer make my mind a slaue, But seeing that your Vertue shines apparant, And honorable acts do speake your praise: Since Good Report hath giuen forth her warrant, Which none so much as by himselfe gaine-saies, That (and naught else but that) compels my Muse, To sing your worth and to present her Owne, If this imperfect issue you'le peruse, Ile make her in a better forne be knowne, And teach her, that is now so rude and plaine, To soare a pitch aboue the common straine,
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