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First Line: Whither thus hastes my little book so fast?
Last Line: Thy lightness cannot help or hurt my fame.
Subject(s): Books; Reading


Whither thus hastes my little book so fast?
To Paul's Churchyard. What? in those cells to stand,
With one leaf like a rider's cloak put up
To catch a termer? or lie musty there
With rimes a term set out, or two, before?
Some will redeem me. Few. Yes, read me too.
Fewer. Nay love me. Now thou doat'st, I see.
Will not our English Athens art defend?
Perhaps. Will lofty courtly wits not aim
Still at perfection? if I grant? I fly.
Whither? To Paul's. Alas, poor book, I rue
Thy rash self-love. Go, spread thy pap'ry wings;
Thy lightness cannot help or hurt my fame.





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