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GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 9, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Greene, is the pleasing object of an eie
Last Line: I passe not of a pin, what others speake.
Alternate Author Name(s): Barnefield, Richard


Greene, is the pleasing Obiect of an eie:
Greene, pleasde the eies of all that lookt uppon him.
Greene, is the ground of everie Painters die:
Greene, gave the ground, to all that wrote upon him.
Nay more the men, that so Eclipst his fame:
Purloynde his Plumes, can they deny the same?

Ah could my Muse, old Maltaes Poet passe,
(If any Muse could passe, old Maltaes Poet)
Then should his name be set in shining brasse,
In shining brasse for all the world to show it.
That little children, not as yet begotten
Might royallize his fame when he is rotten.

But since my Muse begins to vaile hir wings,
And flutter low upon the lowly Earth:
As one that sugred Sonnets, seldome singes,
Except the sound of sadnes, more than mirth,
To tell the worth of such a worthy man:
Ile leave it unto those, that better can.

Now may thy soule againe, goe take his rest
(His pleasant rest) in those eternall ioyes
Where burning Tapers, still attend the blest
To light, and lighten them from all annoyes.
Goe then poore Poet, live and never die:
Ever, yet never but in miserie.

And as I came into the world unknowne,
Movde with compassion, of thy piteous plaint:
So will I now againe, my selfe goe mone,
That durst presume, thy praise in verse to paint.
And if the Muses pardon, mine so weake:
I passe not of a pin, what others speake.





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