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| A Song |
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| I am 2 fooles I knowe |
| ffor louing and for saying so |
| In whining Poetry |
| But where's that wiseman that would not bee I |
| If shee would not deny? |
| Then, as the Earths inward crooked narrow lanes |
| Doe purge Sea waters fretfull salt away |
| I thought if I could drawe my paynes |
| Through rimes vexation, I should them allay |
| Greefe brought to numbers cannot bee so fierce |
| ffor hee tames it that fetters it in Verse |
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| But when I have donne so |
| Some man his Voyce and Art to showe |
| Doth sett and sing my payne |
| And, by delighting many, frees agayne |
| Greefe, w.ch verse did restrayne |
| To Loue and Greefe tribute of verse belongs |
| But not of such as pleases when tis reade |
| Both are encreased by such Songs |
| ffor both theyr tryalls are so published |
| And I which was 2 fooles doe so growe 3 |
| Who are a little wise the best fooles bee.
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[CW: When by __] |