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MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: THE MASQUE-WRITER'S APOLOGY, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Neither buskin now, nor bays
Last Line: A retailer of such fame.


Neither buskin now, nor bays
Challenge I: a Lady's praise
Shall content my proudest hope.
Their applause was all my scope;
And to their shrines properly
Revels dedicated be:
Whose soft ears none ought to pierce
But with smooth and gentle verse.
Let the tragic poem swell,
Raising raging fiends from hell;
And let epic dactyls range
Swelling seas and countries strange:
Little room small things contains;
Easy praise quits easy pains.
Suffer them whose brows do sweat
To gain honour by the great:
It's enough if men me name
A retailer of such fame.





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