IF graver heads shall count it overlight To treat of love, say thou to them, a stain Is incident unto the finest dye: And yet no stain at all it is for thee, These lays of love, as mirth to melancholy, To follow fast thy sad @3Antigone;@1 Which may bear out a broader work than this, Compil'd with judgment, order, and with art; And shroud thee under shadow of his wings, Whose gentle heart, and head with learning fraight, Shall yield thee gracious favour and defence. |