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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