Classic Poem

Of myselfe.

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A DRIE friend lately thus did write of mee,
 But whether well or ill, the world shall see;
There's none were fitter then thou to endite
If thou couldst pen as well as thou canst write.
This praise is capitall: ah sower't scand,
Then should my head bee prais'd before my hand:
But this doth lightly lift my hand so hie
To fall on mine owne head more heauily.
If I deserue it, still so let it fall,
So shall my shame not fame be capitall;
If not, that heath bredde Muse is but a drabb
That (loab like) embraceth with a stabb.