WHY should my pen aspire so high a strain, A verse to guide, to guide a verse unfit? Are they the fittest voices to complain? Admit they be, they're for a riper wit; Yet you who these unpolisht lines shall read, Deride them not, they from distraction came; Let that suffice, my love alone shall plead For their defect, and shall excuse the same: Excuse the same, for what from love doth spring, To lovers only resolution bring.
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