POET-LORE

POET-LORE

Vol. XII. No. 2

--wilt thou not haply saie,

Truth needs no collour with his collour fixt,

Beautie no pensell, beauties truth to lay:

But best is best if never intermixt.

Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?

Excuse no silence so, for 't lies in thee,

To make him much outlive a gilded tombe:

And to be praised of ages yet to be.

Then do thy office----