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First Line: Amend thy stile who can: who can amend thy stile?
Last Line: Because I hate the hope, that so presumde.
Alternate Author Name(s): Barnefield, Richard


Amend thy stile who can: who can amend thy stile?
For sweet conceit.
Alas the while,
That ever any such, as thou shouldst die,
By fortunes guile,
Amids thy meate.
Pardon (Oh pardon) me that cannot shew,
My zealous love.
Yet shalt thou prove,
That I will ever write in thy behove:
Gainst any dare,
With thee compare.
It is not Hodge-poke nor his fellow deare,
That I doe feare:
As shall appeare.
But him alone that is the Muses owne,
And eke my friend,
Whome to the end,
My muse must ever honor and adore:
Doe what I can.
To praise the man,
It is impossible for me that am,
So far behinde.
Yet is my minde,
As forward as the best, if wit so would
With will agree.
But since I see,
It will not bee:
I am content, my folly to confesse:
And pardon crave.
Which if I have,
My Fortunes greater than my former fall:
I must confesse.

But if he other wise esteeme of me,
Than as a friend or one that honors thee:
Then is my labor lost, my care consumde.
Because I hate the hope, that so presumde.





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