Poems of Francis Beaumont
|21.||To my Friend Mr. John Fletcher, upon his Faithful Sheperdess||3/27/2012|
|22.||To The True Patroness of all Poetry, Calliope||12/31/2002|
|23.||To the true patronesse of all Poetrie,||4/21/2010|
|25.||Upon the Silent Woman||3/27/2012|
In Laudem Authoris.
Like to the weake estate of a poore friend,
To whom sweet fortune hath bene euer slow,
VVhich dayly doth that happy howre attend,
VVhen his poore state may his affection shew:
So fares my loue, not able as the rest,
To chaunt thy prayses in a lofty vayne,
Yet my poore Muse doth vow to doe her best,
And wanting wings, shee'le tread an humble strayne.
I thought at first her homely steps to rayse,