The Shepheard's Calender: Twelve Aeglogues Proportional to the Twelve Monethes

TO HIS BOOK. Go, little Book! thyself present, As child whose parent is unkent, To him that is the President Of Nobleness and Chivalry: And if that Envy bark at thee, As sure it will, for succour flee Under the shadow of his wing. And, asked who thee forth did bring, A shepheard's swain, say, did thee sing, All as his straying flock he fed: And, when his Honour has thee read, Crave pardon for thy hardyhed. But, if that any ask thy name, Say, thou wert base-begot with blame; Forthy thereof thou takest shame. And, when thou art past jeopardy, Come tell me what was said of me, And I will send more after thee. IMMERITO.

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Rafbók: 22 augusti 2016